Текст песни jakson koen - априори тепло.

you away nervously smoke,
I offer to the weathered lips sweet tea.
it is filled with the energy of the spring rainy streets
and poured drops slightly over the edge,
how to follow my thoughts to you in the palm of your hand,
and warm the fingertips of his depth.
you squinting them flattering, but do not feel pain
and compress slightly fist, as if night unesёsh home.

I forget how to look like all the others,
when the pencil on the walls deduce your face.
stop on the lips, they are to me now, like a native
and much more important than millions of children to their fathers.

I scribbled all the books your phrases
and eyes run on them, rather than to the author,
my nerves are powered from your lips ecstasy
heart- and hope to tap faster tomorrow.