Текст песни Юлия Маклакова - Твою ладонь еще держу в своей руке

Your hand is still holding in his hand,
But long been released from consciousness.
Boredom just worried about you being,
From emptiness still hold you in itself.

When toshnotno to death in the evening
You call to him as if for dinner,
Do not think you need me much
Do not come to me with flowers.

We are not one format to another, all the buzz in the process.
We were only the city and combines a primer.
And the relationship is still aggravates
Bezynteres participants to progress.

Not all the rage to live now according to the truths of morality,
And brain become true needs.
Consciousness, we welcome more
To that leads us to the horizontal.

We do not live - we are stealing their days.
Eating pathos and brands of clothes
And to be honest, to lose hope
Fall in love with those who genuinely spend the night.