Текст песни Magnus - В руках сигарета.

The taste of your lips I never forget,
They were with ash-cloying taste.
This taste in my memory forever
And their taste is a plus.

I liked you all, absolutely,
But I was not myself, not cozy,
When the tears rolled from his eyes
And I looked into your green eyes.

Sweet lips ashen taste
I did not know them before this summer.
You know, the taste is a plus,
A hand on the neck - the dream of a poet.
In the distance I could not see your silhouette,
The scent of perfume was a cloying taste.
In the hands of the cigarette.

Absorb be with you,
Under a blanket,
Are you naughty
And so unearthly.
I pray you to shiver on the rotting skin,
I admire just your lips, eyes, hands.
I fall asleep in the morning,
And then I do not sleep at night.

Sweet lips ashen taste
I did not know them before this summer.
Know their ashy flavor is a plus,
A hand on the neck - the dream of a poet.
In the distance I could not see your silhouette,
The scent of perfume was a cloying taste.
In the hands of the cigarette.