Текст песни jakson koen - спасибо. любимая.

the damn Lucky Strike
impregnated flat and disgust
It puts on change, so much so,
that is around all aim at the back with contempt.
outside the winter, and I like cold polozheno-
I cling to the window of the frame,
reducing the distance between your hands and gray cloud.
I ask the city, even if the heat drop
how the poor asks God a piece of bread.
I have all your letters three days ago
burned down
and every morning I'm afraid not survive until lunch.
I smoke a lot of smoke endlessly
and perhaps you will be surprised that it is not for you
I do not I give all the verses snowy January,
and rush towards the everyday hustle and bustle.
I'm sick of your photos warm evenings
feeling that on the neck someone throws a loop
I'd stopped, but for Digitized mouth,
More glimmer of your timid, but meaningless "love."
and thank you for the fact that this will never hear
because hot hands can attach to your cold pillow.
I remember, I have not forgotten how nervous and quiet breathing
and this funny hedgehog, sticking out of the top of your light.