Текст песни Ася Анистратенко - Табачная лавка закрыта...

Asya Anistratenko
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tobacco shop is closed.
in the attic window open.
outside this forgotten
you were not so long ago,
that the heart will not tremble, do not gasp,
soaring to the upper floors,
where the smell - the smell in the memory,
smell and no longer in life,
where in the winter sealed frame,
which put the plates on the table,
and the angel shines protection,
not knowing famine and shame,
for rearing the gray bridge.

Do Do you drove here,
worn on the gentle hands,
Are you in your only weapon found
but not found in any way?
habitation fit in a knapsack,
byte - is small in the pocket
and have nothing to pour descendants
grief to learn of the mind.
shuttered window in the house.
go for prolonged wound -
fresh asphalt reservoir,
and there is no loneliness equal,
and some do not need anyone.

and ask - no bodily passions,
not at home warm shelter,
but - Chillmere, harsh verbal
love for each batch:
her heavenly lottery
at the mercy of your feed.
on it will not last until the summer,
not a crumb of bread vytryasesh,
not be satisfied with empty stomach.
but lined column ridiculous -
and lybishsya like an idiot.