Текст песни Малышев - Блистательный

Brilliant
weekend
left in memory
huge black
a blot of unconsciousness
I will definitely
I will erase all sms
and you erase
you are welcome

Where am I now?
what is it now
season? probably,
wind.
He hates
my sadness
and tears from hands
spitting on you
for everything

once again
I tell myself
damn what your eyes are
not getting tired
but so what?
but in St. Petersburg,
probably rain
dawn