Izachonok - Окурки
текст песни

I would tell you what my soul hides
But there is no point in arguing with you
And nothing hurts except my lungs
And there is no offense in my thoughts
And I would let my feelings go
A wedge of birds, but it is too late to fly away
When the cold breaks, all that remains is to wait
Until it gets warmer outside, we can just keep quiet
In a black jacket this morning
Extinguishing cigarette butts on a gray balcony
If there is a minute left
Let's have another smoke in between
In a black jacket this morning
Extinguishing cigarette butts on a gray balcony
If there is a minute left
Let's have another smoke in between
It seems that the stars have aligned
I draw a sketch in the sky
But something is not working out again
And ashes fall down
And you stand and smile silently
Come on, another one in this next panel house
Where are the same people
Behind the gray wall they want to believe in love
But, yes, it is so in Russian
In a black jacket this morning
Stuck out cigarettes on a gray balcony
If there's a minute left
Let's have another smoke in the interval
In a black jacket this morning
Stuck out cigarettes on a gray balcony
If there's a minute left
Let's have another smoke in the interval