Текст песни Alina Pol-sha - А.Ж

With others, like a fish - fresh,
in waters without a bottom, I study the essence.
And without you - as without gills -
neither exhale nor inhale.
This is the best July in which you want not to drown
but float to the surface under the bullets,
losing his head from the touch of his hands.
I would fold my shoulders
desperately breaking fingers on the bends of bodies.
Smoke slowly slowly the notes from the veins
dedicating them to you every evening.
Then get lost in the crowd
to forget without meeting.
Imagine I'm the last cigarette?
Smoke it out until I lose it
taste, tart aroma, color.
Nicotine lace in the wind
and then me - in the trash can or
on rough gravel, the lawn at home,
raw asphalt.
Throw wherever you want, because ..
doesn't really matter
where without your lips smolder.
It doesn't matter how.