Текст песни Никита Щегольков - А я всего лишь сигарета

Have you ever wondered, my reader, how often people change us?
In your eyes there was a fire, he now grimly fades.
You said, they say love would not change anything, the Bole will not betray.
But suddenly tired of being with me. But to me you just do not have enough.

And now came the same day - the moment of farewell meeting.
Pleteshsya. Bled. No pulse. But believe until the end,
What's all a mistake, delirium, you're too reckless.
Last breath. A sip of wine. Such a sharp look at nebo..i here it is.

She is! Sitting on the bench gracefully arrogant soul.
Its glory, with his own nose higher, showing everyone how good.
Inside it spilled a bottle of tantalizing smell of "Spring".
It blooms and smells are not with me mysterious lady.

You're like a lighter, a little bit more and burn out,
And I'm just a cigarette to your mouth fiery.
Recent tightening, which already is not more expensive.
I put out the domineering winds, having developed such a gray ash on the shoulders naked.

Years pass. You're still the same: click - shine, the other - are burned.
Three packs of cigarettes in the past month change - stability for you.
And I just ashes. I do not tarnish.
And I do not expect you to remember me.

Author: Nikita Shchegol'kov
Music: Alpha Project - Quelques Larmes