Текст песни Darya Vins - Пиджак

I know too many words ,
Too much poetry in his soul .
Only a few of my perfume
In your elegant jacket.

Is the night decide the point?
Have we become silent anyone ?
You can not help me sleep ,
You're the most important of these damn problems.

But the problems do not make worse
Just know where to emerge .
And we live individual soul
From separate worlds , simple

Meeting again wake ( ? )
And each one having taken in darkness,
Too much was foreign spirits
On your shabby coat .