Текст песни Para-Mi - Говори обо мне потише

More familiar to me is not in the subway multiplied lips,
in a city that hides debris hands under my sweater,
Coke spits in the face of rain and a short,
stooped strips to the blood and echoing the empty streets,
 It puts wind in his jacket pockets, the collar of his coat.
you know, I wanted to write that beautiful miss
and not your eyes very strong tea
so strange: you have just left, I just stayed
foolish their verbs in the cold palms towers
pourable alleys, turquoise dawn on the ledge tired
What is a hedgehog Vespers rain beating his head and no longer breathing
I would like to write you something beautiful, though
instead of these stupid, dry poems
scratching the skin.
tell me how ridiculous I look in the morning train
and the clouds in the seventh floor wrinkled, tender, disturbing
and closer to the night, prospectuses drawn watercolor
and now you kiss my eyes straight handwriting
and can not understand not a word
but I do not care. you do it, tell me more silent and smoke me loudly.