Текст песни Штольц - -Он не придет.

No, it is not found,
love not save
lost heaven
Your - collapses.
on your hands ash,
All your dreams are blamed.
doctors doctors
spiritual wounds.
incurable -
The diagnosis sounds.
Now do not change anything

And in this your wines,
You hear.
letters burn
Motley soul.
built everything
To destroy.
You could not save it.

a heart
Beats
quieter

on the cheeks smeared mascara,
Press the whiskey memories.
smoke from cigarettes breathing deeper
Poisonous air breaks.
Break about the wall of the frame with the photo,
Delete moments from memory.
lines of his songs from notepad,
carved on your hands.

stop waiting for him
He no longer comes
no longer calls
everything that was in the fireplace
Do not regret, let him burn.