Текст песни Арсен Мірзоян - Архіпка

In my pockets are shells and tickets,
There is always something in my eyes for make-up artists.
The road hid me from everyone under three devils.
Where is who? Where is everyone? Where are you
Tiny Archipka in the summer
It flares up like a flower,
Drop summer dresses on the sand.
And from the horizon to the edge where are you?
Respond, please!
Damn roaming interrupted the call.

Chorus:
And you draw illustrations,
And I write words and notes -
We are idiots,
Or all around.
I would swallow my SIM card,
You hear, I'm not worth it until then -
Idiots we ...

And you've forgiven me hundreds of times,
Canvases are still scattered on the carpet
Not that color.
And on the roadside snow, lights ahead,
And Archipka where not everyone is needed.

Chorus.