Текст песни Черный Шницель - Любовник

Pursed lips, cold eyes
But you won't get a question from me -
How bad i am, how good
You still can't wait for demand
And do not put a suction on the neck.

With you, all things are extremely simple
You take your eyes off into the distance
I learn not to believe in them, to see nothing in them
We'll run away at eight - it's not a pity!
Strange, but I'm not sorry ..

Some avenue, some house
I smoke with a cigarette in my fist
It is very clear what will happen next:
All the things I don't know about you
Will disappear for a while, sink into oblivion

Gray morning, matte lip color
Kitchen hot tea poured into cups
And you're in my oversized shirt

Once again you look past ..