Текст песни Руру - со вкусом одиночества

favorite places in the window on the right
and on the left is not occupied by anyone
absolutely empty
we find their happiness
or early retirement will come?
give no reason to be sad
in splendid isolation
click on your hearts
changing pulses
and somewhere there must be pros
but I go through life collecting bonuses in the form of cons
tired of spitting into the microphone in the evening
and in the morning like nothing happened
my past visits
and delves into the old things
I ask stops
Forget the road to my house
I no longer have her room
Yes, and let the year as a phone screensaver
I dedicate poems to himself
night, the small funeral
We are sick teenagers
Do not fall for autumn
and foolish dreams of summer
you still believe
locked in a cage, do not touch the wallpaper
as if my pain is not off scale
tion of the night with me
you're on the moon, and I'm in a microphone
my poems
We should have been bandages
instead bottle
wine
burning memory
and names.