Текст песни Hookah - Белый лён

I'm leaving without words for simplicity,
Search for jeads in a drifting crowd ...
Goodbye, a friend that was a legend me,
Consolence proudly in the face of beauty.

I fall from the stage on the boulevard,
To the curves of vision, they do not end,
Goodbye, artist, do not touch their hearts,
Nectar Falernsky - the beneficiary.

I drew the toe into nudity,
Slave lime, sighed in order to the tribe.
Goodbye star, here, the cross looked back,
Pass on the blades in the sea emptiness.

I reported the following speed -
Spicy spears about crystal chandeliers.
Goodbye the sword with whom I do not fight
Watching wildly cute features ... you.