Текст песни Борис Циммерман - Жетон

Look for a fabric, smelled coat,
Look at any of the urns, and there
Million cigarettes of yours that
Walked on Mother's cheat stars

Here the palm of the earth under the ice is lying
And the asphalt is not visible from underground.
And your soul did not know how to live,
But she wanted to press her lips to her lips.

Starful hand slaughters about shoulder,
Only fingers only scroll on the cloth
Someone will talk to the doctor there
And something there is silent sister.

And the palm of the earth is always open,
And asphalt to services and there, and here.
Purify it, so as not to find,
And Bai-Bai lie, they will find anyway.