Текст песни Максим Демах - Чёрные очки

smoke turns into life
In the gloomy cafe you have to be quieter
No one needs dreams to anyone
In them, as well, you will not hear
become someone else
We could not - the phrases are torn off
We are dismantled
Collect in parts our wonderful puzzle
Our finest puzzle

And black glasses
And no offense
Get to winter
go to the bottom in Brugge
White bridges
again divorced
ride until the morning
And listen to each other

wait and update
Three thousandth time page on the site
You are my best failure
And I'm not even sorry to fall at the start
My most beautiful shot ...

And black glasses
And no offense
Get to winter
go to the bottom in Brugge
White bridges
again divorced
ride until the morning
And listen to each other

And black glasses
And no offense
Get to winter
go to the bottom in Brugge
I love you
But the heart does not hurt
Just not used to
Where are your hands?