Текст песни Вероника Долина - Табак

This book is your smelled tobacco
And so of you speaks the language:
& quot; Do not be sorry about anything, dear! & quot;
And it's not so with me was the first sign,
And it's not that I was the first claim -
And lived without assuming ...

This book, which is the size of a couple of inches,
I even touched a thin spine.
& quot; Do not be sorry about anything, dear! & quot; -
Read hasty in your letter,
And - the elementary number of terms in the mind ...
And lived without assuming ...

I could have used to write: do not blame anyone ...
Consistent with the nature, the spirit and the day!
I do not blame you, because I believe in luck.
But - gnarled stumble on this line
And cling to your cheek tobacco
And I do not cry, do not cry, do not cry ...

1986