Текст песни Александр Софронов - Забудь меня

Forget me, don't waste writing paper,
You will never fly on your own
Your main prize is a faithful tit in your hands,
Forget me - you will save on calls
Forget me - you will save on calls.

Hurry, hurry, put things on the steering wheel.
Through life, like an airplane through the clouds.
Don't wait for spring, don't believe and don't go crazy
Forget me - you will save on calls.

The cold smoke of your cold cigarettes
From cold lips flew and hung on to me.
With me love, I do not forget what is not.
Forget me - you will save on love.