Oasis Malade
Отличный лирикс, каждый раз заставляет улыбнуться. Черт знает что у Ка-Спела в голове творится, когда он такое пишет.
Tanith dropped by today.
Like, I hadn't seen her in years,
But there she was at my front door
In her colonial helmet.
Custom made Burmese fan poised in one hand,
Ready to swipe at any passing disease-ridden mosquito.
She'd been in Belgium, she told me.
Studying the pyramids.
It took her years to find out
That there were no pyramids in Belgium.
I asked her why she left me so suddenly.
Why she'd been silent for so long.
Didn't I exist for her?
Didn't we have something, well, special?
She asked me for tea in a plastic cup
With a well-fitting lid.
Then she left.
Tanith dropped by today.
Like, I hadn't seen her in years,
But there she was at my front door
In her colonial helmet.
Custom made Burmese fan poised in one hand,
Ready to swipe at any passing disease-ridden mosquito.
She'd been in Belgium, she told me.
Studying the pyramids.
It took her years to find out
That there were no pyramids in Belgium.
I asked her why she left me so suddenly.
Why she'd been silent for so long.
Didn't I exist for her?
Didn't we have something, well, special?
She asked me for tea in a plastic cup
With a well-fitting lid.
Then she left.