I’ll pour fifteen grams of pu-erh with boiling water, that’s the only way I see colors
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And our whole life is just pages in this whole fairy tale
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No one calls or writes, everyone has their own problems
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Eyes do not burn, why do their hands smell so burnt?
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In the kitchen in the smoke I stick out the window, only houses and apartments
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I breathed in the feeling that again I am alone in this world
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The world of stone blocks will cover the sunset, we forgot something
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That time when we dreamed about something, when we loved
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Forever in your heart emptiness
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Your tears are just water
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And someday you will love
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Every day millions of gray walls
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The city is closed, covers the shadow
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In this darkness you will smoke ...
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I'll leave the house and get on bus number 8
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It doesn't matter where I go, it doesn't matter where it takes me
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The trees are already turning green, so many birches and pines
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Along the way, spring has come, but in fact it has long been autumn inside
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I ride through time, through a storm of emotions and memories
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At the moment it became scary and sad
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There's a breath inside
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When we don't feel like thinking
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Then we focus
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On what was once loved
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On what is now lost
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Ah, summer, sixteenth year
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And that green forest, Moscow, I remember everything
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Drunk teenagers, looking for adventure until the morning
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no words needed
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They just don't need us anymore.
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And everyone will say drunken eyes
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This pain now fills your world
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And you don't have to change a thing
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All that was, remains our past
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A sea of booze, tobacco and heads
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From the emptiness in you so sick
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We are surrounded by evil and vulgarity
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This is our past
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A sea of booze, tobacco and heads
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From the emptiness in you so sick
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We are surrounded by evil and vulgarity
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Forever in your heart emptiness
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Your tears are just water
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And someday you will love
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Every day millions of gray walls
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The city is closed, covers the shadow
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In this darkness you will smoke ... |