BTW, за последняя время наохотил кучу интересной музыки - редкие записи Флёр и ихние сайд проекты. Dust Heaven, М.Р.Ф. (Мой Розовый Фашистик), в том числе. Прелестно. Кажется “маленьких пушистых смертей” уже всем кидал)
No mirror to show and tell No kiss that can break the spell I'm falling asleep Every Prince is a fantasy The witch is inside of me The boys in the washery The memory We kill the lights And put on a show It's all a lie But you'd never know The star will shine And then it will fall And you will forget it all And after midnight We're all the same No gusher(?) to bring us fame Nobody to take the blame We're falling apart Every story's a waiting game A flower for every name Their colors are filling you With falling rain We kill the lights And put on a show It's all a lie But you'd never know The star will shine And then it will fall And you will forget it all Now you know it's so much better to pretend There's something waiting for you here Every letter that you wrote Has found its way to me my dear You can make believe that what you say Is what I want to hear I'll keep dancing through this beautiful, delusional career. Faking every tear Looking like a comprimise suicide Keeping all my dreams alive