Текст песни вишневська. - проїзд до осені 2 грн.

I imagine myself as a poet, I wear old-fashioned dresses,
I know they're called retro now,
they are cheap and therefore available.
And you still are
you wear a shabby sweater
you don't turn off the receiver in the kitchen there
they say that autumn has begun today.

If you listened to me so carefully too,
then it would hardly seem strange to you.
We missed a few words, so the conversation
became incomprehensible and empty.
I only need two hryvnias to meet you
at one end and many bottles of beer.
I see the rotten remnants of shame, the people that are on everyone
stops climb into my soul. Who by sight, who by reckless touch,
and who pushes with all his might so that the bruises do not go away for a month.
His head is full of paranoia.
You bake so that you will definitely take your place,
and I go while standing. I work on my self-sufficiency
too noticeable accent, I have an iron heart Thanatos,
thoughts are heavy and worn out.
I'm an exhausted patient this fall.
It's incredibly hard for you to remember my face,
even if it smiles from every billboard
of this abandoned city.
I'm too proud to sit next to you.
You know, it's ...
One of the hundreds of things we ask for every night in prayer.
-God, give me patience and strength until next fall.