Текст песни Саша Бонк - значит

fair,
stupid now wait
touch of your hand.

and if
I can’t write about you, -
is it equal to "stop loving"?

or when
choosing perfume
I don’t rely on your taste

Does it mean that,
what are your letters
I'm not afraid to burn anymore?

or that the boy with the bottle is empty-
it's not you, but someone else's.
one who is always ready for a bottle
sell what was once called a soul
and pay a couple of the most fervent words.

I don’t know who you are now, what you live with,
I only know that your word is not a word, but a lie.

and besides similar checkered shirts,
and probably the color of the eyes,

we have nothing in common anymore.
as, however, is no longer us.