Текст песни Максим Демах - Танго

I want to knock out the last thoughts
From inflamed brains.
I want to drink. And it would be better whiskey,
So that brighter - the mediocreness of words.
The nerves are torn as thin threads.
Everything is empty. Everything is dim. All - darkness.
And only, probably, my photographs
About something else they say.
And fall leaves, and falls autumn,
Madness Tycha in the face.
I do not ask more stupid questions,
Although I do not clear everything ...

Longing takes out the last, brazen
My rubber pockets.
Plays forgotten old tango
As if the soul leaves ...

(Kochetkova)