Текст песни сенсорныйголод - сигарета

I have that cigarette smolders in your hands
You're finished smoking and throw in the trash as unnecessary
I know I do not ever become a flower
I'll be a long time to decompose in the Pleroma these skins

After all, they like sad songs
Suicides ink izorvanyh notebooks
And I'm in quicksand marking time
Monogamous heats the blade in his hand idiot

I melted instead of snow in April, palms,
Long Sadilov his throat and the ship aground
Screaming so loud that the neighbors drove past
Because of its close head that empty to ideas

I'll need a mouth, but I die in the ashtray,
Kiss trembling hand from hysteria
We will give you an eternity
But again we just take and forget each other