Текст песни AMG - Давай закурим

Chorus x 2
Let us light, there come a bit later
Let's forget that hurt the soul to us.
Who does not help us over the storm, only puddles underfoot.
Verse (1)
Guests mists board on the wound,
Cold Saturday and loves a mother
Thank you, my dear, for you all, I give the soul
Not wishing to let me worse.
The lights are those of us,
Behind the horizon leave with dreams.
Here on bottoms painful to see,
How to say something, so as not to offend.
Brad, let not the dream, in the eyes, but not the truth.
Verdict, there is no turning back.
Dec igranka their cards on the table,
Prompt fate that sleeve.
On the window, the same as a pack of Winston (winston),
I'm sorry, I promised my mother to forget.
After all, you're the one that loves me sincerely,
And you're the same one that gave birth.
Chorus.