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Hiding from the night wind
You're in the morning taschishsya home
In the fingers clutching a cigarette
Little chilly hand.

Snow falls on your eyelashes
And from under the feet of mud paint
My head can not meet
As first guy to give.

It was with your friend
The party was noisy
Head cocked his arms
Silently you sat at the window .

Suddenly you hooked some guy
And in his ear whispered something
From your lips purple , your pamadu
Drunken lips he took off .

Hiding from the night wind
You're in the morning taschishsya home
Throw a cigarette on the road
Sparks fly on the pavement.

Bitter you whore

Am E7
Snow falls on your eyelashes ,
                              Am
Under the eyes mascara broke into the dirt.
Dm G C Am
Nor - and - when, can not forget , | 2
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As first guy to give. | times

On this day you had a friend,
There was a noisy revelry .
Head bowed on both hands ,
You sat silently at the window .

Here you addicted to some guy ,
And poured a glass of wine you .
From your lips Liv lipstick
Drunken mouth he rented .

Since that time has passed quite a few times ,
The heat of your body much away .
But do not come across a person's life ,
His life spent in debauchery .

Early in the morning go out on the road,
Tormoznesh carriageway taxi.
Through the deserted streets of Samaria;
How long will you keep the boss .

Hm F # 7
You're sitting in a taxi sobbing loudly ,
                   Hm
Meters remain behind.
Em A D Hm
But the two words you bitter slut
Em F # 7 Hm
Will forever remain in my chest.