Текст песни Алмагуль - Сигареты

FAUST))))))) verses) ****

on the table coffee and cigarettes,
matches, books, and someone's poetry.
I do not know who wrote the line, you know, I know, the other whether someone.
I'm unclear deaf.
I do not hear any snoring grandmother,
no hours, no thoughts, no words,
all stuck in only one notebook
and I look furtively -
both lines of flowing blood.

and for each line of gray-haired man's longing
soul and heart cuts eats,
do not understand - if yours, my Is, Or party boy?

No, there is no place to outsiders,
no stranger, nor former friend.
I do not want. Cigarette ashes in the palm gently on his fingers and cast
and leave them circles.
Cigarettes on the table and time. until the morning'll sit with you.
terrible secret stupid time on notebook my head heels on a notebook about your love.

you know there is a world of pain that would not demolished - you just call me,
but burns in the fire without the will reading, putting on the table the book of your love.
the book of your love ..

Artem Yelistratov.