Текст песни Кикнадзе Элиза - Сантименты

Our kitchenette smelled of cinnamon and milk,
In the morning, sometimes cooked unsweetened coffee.
These smells with feelings right under the ceiling
Scattered in the quarrels and disasters.

You loved me more than I could count the stars,
I loved as much as the spirit of French lavender.
Soon our nedolyubov had to be crucified -
On the outskirts of the senses never had the truth.

In the alleys of dreams often played jazz bands,
But fate turns constantly included metal.
Initially, you are taken into the heart of the best centimeters,
But there was only the smell of cinnamon. I'm sorry.

And now in our kitchenette smells of cinnamon, coffee,
Only the item has changed and is now strengthened slightly -
From the ceiling off dropping the catastrophe,
It is now my stars and lavender scent.

© Elizabeth K.
November 2014