Текст песни Моя Миля - Гудини

Fingers pluck the old liberties from the body,
soul strings kiss your forearms.
We didn't have time to learn each other's birthmarks
and could not count the cracks on the palms.

The lyre did not play its melodies for us.
You treated me extremely ruthlessly.
I wanted to shout at the top of my lungs: "Fullness,
I'm not your friend and not your partner! "

I will ask: "please do not remember
as she told you in a whisper. "
I am not asking you for love or pity.
All your phrases were thrown into the wind in vain.

Simply, I didn't want to stand over the precipice.
I just wanted to keep warm just a little.
Better Houdini disappeared - standing ovation, clapping!
From virtuoso escapes, my heart sank.

You're just a blank page in my wretched experience
you are just wine fermented in a dirty glass.
You are only on the walls of light sediment of soot,
you are just a portrait on the walls of my brief memory ...