Ленинград — Сумка

- Okay, so.

- I wrote the script for my music video myself.

- I want:

- For everything to be mystical,

- romantic,

- Gorgeous, exquisite.
- Understood.

- For everyone to be looking at me.

- Understood?
- Understood.

Leather bag by Prada -

Fell in love with her, what to do?

I'm already unhappy

Truthfully, the bag- I can't forget

- Stop!
- What happened, Angela?

- What is this?
Why is there raw meat over here?

- Well, we put it there for effect.
- Quickly take the meat off the table.

- Who put THIS on the table?

- The Prop Master.

- Does it fucking look to you as if I eat
raw meat?

- You fucking bastard.

- Go on, punish him.

I don't want to live without her.

I'll scream: "This is mine".

I remember all of her curves,

her soft skin, smell, taste.

If you could see,

I dream of myself with her.

I don't want to...

- What is this bullshit?

- A violin quartet.

- And what the fuck is a violin
quartet doing here?

- Well, you know, upper class and all.

- What? What do YOU know of the
upper class?

- Only rogue grandmothers listen to this bullshit.