Текст песни Alexithymia - Он пах сигаретами и вечно кололся щетиной

He smelled like cigarettes
And always pricked with stubble
Crumpled my bed
And he outraged poetry and my paintings.

If he was rich, then only spiritually
I was not embarrassed by his mate through the word
Wasn't stupid or educated
Loved to read and play words

In general, it was like
The one I've always waited for
I appreciated as much as I could
made bad lemonade

and felt sorry for him in the evenings
And I was disgusted that
I almost adored him
And it almost completely eaten him out over time

He even loved me somewhere
And bent under my burden.
Said he understood the weight of my problems
I realized that I was completely happy so

Left me, crumpled bed and bad lemonade.
And here "almost" touched me too
I slept evenly and began to draw
But one not very lucky day

The smell of cigarettes

I made him. me. cry.