Текст песни Mazai - Пароль

On the table, between the photos of my friends and one soulful bitch,
There is a wonderful piece of paper that I look at soothe my nerves.
Among the chronicles of empty and abundant stories, from the stock of my media-camel.
With wax crayon on white paper I wrote "Smear is my miracle".

Not in a fairy tale to say, not to write with a pen as I like this message.
I will always think that it was your confession in advance of yours.
A week has passed and it seemed a long time ago it all started with us.
Before you, I have never been affected by the power of a tsunami.

This face is near and your signature. In blue. Childishly simple.
Yes, for such things I am ready in return from the sky to lay the stars on the sheet.
We are in touch with you, but you do not need to look for goose bumps on yourself.
The message will be the heart of spring. We are the password to open it.