Текст песни Александр Микитенко - Воспоминание третье

Remembering third

Early morning. The track at Cannes.
My tears and batters in a state of hell.
You vote, deciding to split up with me,
But no one wants to stop.

And I do not care and just want to
Reset backpack and lie down on the side of the road.
Fura sweeps. Hand sinks.
I look down at my feet. Rain begins.

I'm sober with difficulty, trying to gather:
We drank vodka, we were invited to stay,
Then I passed out, you declined to have sex,
And it was pure luck that we just drove.

Sedan car past the pits maneuvers,
Her photographs have a passenger.
I light, knowing that I would be worse.
No Baikal is absolutely not necessary.