Текст песни Тихий Хорек - Кисельная Барышня - Усмехнешься, прося сигарету...

Smiling, asking for a cigarette
Thoughts are mixed with smoke
Inside me will die summer,
Sometime seemingly uncomplicable

My feelings - dust forgotten road
The words needles wound the heart
I leave, remaining one in the end
I'm trying to burn yourself from the inside, to warm up

Finally collapses my little world
For existence, no corner will not remain anymore
From me there will be only a dotted
And the track from the alarm of the tangle ...