Текст песни травить изнутри ничем - ничья.

my poems - this letter,
that you never will read,
on the envelope not point I index.
addressed: the one who is waiting.

unbearable to miss you,
drinking feelings. scoring can.
you do not look for me. you will not find.
in each of the passers-by.
change the city, like gloves,
or like men - you know better.
on the lips of your print. the same.
you gave him good-bye, remember?
smoking your cigarettes,
from which I am sick.
but I have to filter, and to you.
the familiar yard.
& Quot; Hey, buddy, podkuri & quot ;.
but it is not on its own.

catch two hundred taxi
but did not find you,
whatever his name is? Maxim?
or the Jura? maybe Sasha? Stas?
you know, do not care about names,
spit on their machines,
loot, cottages and women.
because they love the body and not you.

and you do not cry, please nights.
Nobody deserves your tears,
none has the right to miss you.
and in my poems - just be & quot; draw & quot ;.