Текст: Regina Spektor. Soviet Kitsch. The Flowers.

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The flowers you gave me are rotting and still I refuse to throw them away
Some of the bulbs never opened quite fully
They might so I'm waiting and staying awake
Things I have loved I'm allowed to keep
I'll never know if I go to sleep

The papers around me are piling
And twisting regina the paper back mummy
What then
I'm taking the knife to the books that i own
And chopping and chopping and boiling soup from stone
Things I have loved I'm allowed to keep
I'll never know if I go to sleep
Things I have loved I'm allowed to keep
I'll never know if I go to sleep