Текст песни Сухобская - Куда же мне до тебя

With shaking, chills
According to your hands like chords,
Long-studied songs
I hope that you will be cheerful.
You won't be angry with trifles,
And stop straightening curls.
You have a little Buddha,
I have our temple in my soul.
Finger tips, on someone else's skin,
According to the strangers, words, difficult.
Stop thinking about
Who managed to touch.
Output one,
To climb.
Whatever write, inform you about yourself,
I just need a reason
As if demanding water at 30 degree heat
And dilute a glass of cola rum.
We would have without strangers with you
Want through the main streets of the city and talk about one.
About your evening quarrel with father
Or excellent session.
I will not use sharp words with you,
Listen to your pop songs.
Just your stupid haircut, green eyes and speech
Kill me from sophisticated
And you don't even try to save me,
Where to me to you, with your love.