Текст песни Поэт Эс - Паутинки

Your hair cobwebs caught me like a speck of dust in the morning on the roof , from which we see the city and the sky slyshno.My walked with you , kissing a lot of smoking and drinking coffee from plastic cups . At home the vanguard of unwashed dishes , art house in a closet and the actual dust under the desk . And yet you do not know how to cook .