Текст песни Пустые улицы и коробок спичек. - Поцелуй.

As it is, when you kiss ?
As it is, his lips touching ?
The first kiss will never forget ,
Similarly , and weave your hands .

The kiss like nothing special,
There is a seemingly ordinary,
But not everyone has the ability,
Kiss of the present , even if familiar.

Touching lips ,
As if the two are merged into a single soul ,
Kissing under the snow ,
Or hot summer , sliding his hands on the back.

I've probably forgotten what it is,
Kissing someone
In the spring , fall, winter or summer ,
I forgot feeling like I love someone .