Текст песни Павел Фахртдинов - Нарисовано дымом

Look up - the ceiling turns tobacco angel
Every day he is hiding in the nest for the exhaust grille
Every day, he lights a cigarette pungent torch -
For him, I get a flare stand meek ​​.
Quiet , indifferent to the behavior of similar calm.
Accumulates silence thicken cotton candy in my throat.
Turn off the nightlight , go to sleep, it's that time arrives -
Stand near the mouth slow rancid smoke .
Melting mood, like powdered sugar, behind the glass
Flies smell of refried weather - summer!
Slowly flowing green duckweed , blue obscures
This blue sits Lord and he looks at the water ...
Quiet, indifferent , like my grandfather in the morning fishing -
Catch and fry the refrain his sad whisper :
& quot; Light mascara ... & quot; I turned off the bedside lamp , and my angel tobacco
Take me back to you,
wrapped my shoulders ...
Take me back to you,
wrapped my shoulders ...
Take me back to you ...
To you ...