Текст песни koshka - Серый пепел

Gray ash

Gray ash your cigarette
It has long been cold,
And I as a wanderer.
And somewhere nearby,
but you did not notice,
even if I became a drop of blood on your finger.

I did something that I could.
do not be sad and do not cry.
I change myself first,
changing the tone of voice sounds melancholy,
Do not judge strictly,
black-and-white roads
I just did the best I could.
shrouded in smoke timid brown eyes,
intolerable accident
the flow of light and pain in your stomach,
that was free - just because of me,
surprise us again.
be strong.
it will not hurt us.
I read your lips, and what they said,
will be the key to your freedom and mine,
and let it hurt, I pour a glass of water, drink.

Gray ash your cigarette
It has long been cold,
And I as a wanderer.
And somewhere nearby,
but you did not notice,
even if I became a drop of blood on your finger.