Текст песни Griffel - Мелиса

The roads will be covered with carpet, unfortunately for many
The trees will throw off the dust that still remembers our feet
And door sills get dirty with infusion
Paste is increasingly crawling along the blue cells of the notebook.
We can't ignite what went out, no matter how much oil there is
Yes, I myself would not have done it all in vain
Your brown eyes no longer drown your soul
I say thank you for taking a step
Now that's not the way I need the link out of the chain
And the hopelessly sick will now be healed
We no longer follow my favorite routes
I don't like them now and I don't bring flowers in the morning
And you are just as muddy waiting for the passing wind
The potatoes on top of the bread are your favorite peppers
And who now wraps you up for the evening promenade
Adjusting the hood gently wields his paws

Je vois, des milliers de traces
Marquées mon espace
Mais tu n'est plus là

(I see a thousand footprints
Left in my space
But you're not here anymore.)

Hands turn circles more often in a hurry on the dial
Time as well as we will not come back
We don't walk on the knurled one, you walk in boots
In your favorite fur coat over your dress, your tights in flowers
In the cold cheeks red heels top top
What do we have in the plans today milo or z-top
You pressed the stop so abruptly, I grabbed the seat
And how the rubber cooled down for what it took time
Don't trust me, why am I bothering about it?
You also smoke hookah, squeeze on the other shoulder
I will fly further, yes, my friends will tell everything
In a cafe with melissa, seagulls are poured into mugs
While you draw in mascara in front of the mirror in the shower
He, like me, sways waiting outside
Circles from drops on a puddle around my eyes circles
These sleepless days changed me to others
And you run along the parapet following the quiet wind
Who whispered something to you in March under a blanket
I'm full of delirium and maybe even proud stupid
No, then why the hell did I get up under the heel?
I remember the skin of those hands walked in a wave down my back
But suddenly scratched from which it hurts twice
From these cloudy days to press on the gas as much as possible
Sorry for my memory, forgive me for what I was