Текст песни Марта Орлова - Тахикардия

With masculin fingers
Take a gray hair
You are not an enemy to me
But not a friend,
You are on the back.
Half -forgotten nightmare,
The same plot
Where I gave all of myself,
Well, you, of course, no.

Chorus:
Tachycardia final touch,
And then on the air
A weak signal calmed down.
At these frequencies
Silence forever
But don't forget me, I will never ...

Like a freshly exciting breeze
Feel that alive.
Each whim was important before,
And therefore everywhere a stranger.
Kilometers, meters apart
Sticking different poles,
I hope I love it there again
Eternally white strip.

(Automobile artist of March Orlova 2019)