Текст песни Тимофей Яровиков - На прокуренной кухне

In the smoke-filled kitchen
Just looks at the floor
And cold tea.
All probably collapse -
I hear the angels quietly silent on his shoulders.
Sometimes even the angels have to be silent.

So, the night again,
And we are unlikely to see dreams -
They fly in tatters,
As debris that washed the pavement.
Sprawling handwriting, the words are not clear,
Read between the lines.

The truce will not,
Someone has to give up, so - go.
Defeated judge,
Only it's not a reason to want to win.
The winner is always left alone.

So, the night again,
And we are unlikely to see dreams.
They fly in tatters,
As debris that washed the pavement.
Sprawling handwriting, the words are not clear,
Read between the lines.

We will not be in the morning,
Do not think there is hardly will stand.
Breaking up is not hard -
Anything not difficult to someone who does not lie.

You see, gentle angel takes pen,
And then night again.
And we are forever in her sky soaring,
DOT's stay.
In a short note, a sign of the depth -
Sprawling handwriting, the words are not clear.
Read between the lines,
Read between the lines,
Read between the lines of a letter of spring.