Текст песни Лена Лобас - Ты - моя слабость

Your nylon scarf smelled me
I fell in love for it, I'll give you us.
Take up our meetings, all that has gone to zero.
Quiet pulsing vein in the novel by Jules Verne.
Soot from the border below the mouth, claw at his throat,
Just do not be in the children!
We both limp in loops ...
It will not be a reason in the papers tomorrow
Write about flights from the windows
Because so infinitely distant two rooms.

And till the morning I will collect in the corners of the word,
You are my weakness, my wounds from the anesthetic.
I will be alive in the fading glow of a dusty lamp
But what I breathe, because the air is gone.

I remain uncollected on the floor puzzles,
It is terrible to look at his hands on,
From long beeps those in the tube.
Draw least until tomorrow something butter
About the gray dust off our jackets, about a sea of ​​cigarette butts.
And quietly close the theme of eternity,
About unspent air
About the risk of developing lung cancer ...
Save me, asking how to get to the very end,
Until blank stop his soprano quietly.