Текст песни Пилот - Сто тысяч номеров

Know my eyes are hundreds of thousands of apartment number,
Cova locks, generous tables - so it's not us.
On the memory of my many phones were killed
Roadside crumpled paper dived into the snow.

A band of trampled grass and locusts
Boas my bread, accurate word for love.
And all to the fact that no sooner eh heart longing ?
Two gray temple , the bullet in the head, black blood .

I would have said yes I do not know whether you
Dirt my soles, skorenko life , empty pocket ,
Writing on the wall about love boys from the yard ?
I can not those who needed buried ?

Pull up his pants , unbutton his shirt and forgive
Anyone who bothered me , those on my own teeth sharpened .
For trucks fingers clutching , I left .
Hooks kept in the hearts of those who waved me