Текст песни ирина игина - Как в романе Замятина

Night, street, lantern, pharmacy
Live another quarter century
And still by numbers
He loved you, maybe love
He gnaws a little more
He made this choice himself

And we, as in Zamyatin’s novel,
Rumpled by this world
Fall, rise
We try very hard
We are like in verses by Tsvetaeva
In dashes, points melted
How good, you are not sick with me
And I have another in my soul

And tobacco smoke ate air
And if you light the stars
So someone can see the light
Under the numbers even fish
And you could play a nocturne
No lunch breaks?

And we, as in Zamyatin’s novel,
Rumpled by this world
Fall, rise
We try very hard
We are like in verses by Tsvetaeva
In dashes, points melted
How good, you are not sick with me
And I have another in my soul