Текст песни Le monsiuer - Повседневность моей жизни.

outside the window white snow and gray smoke
other people's cigarettes, I'm so used to them,
And in my head, only you are a moan of my soul,
Laugh for a minute it will be muted.
And then again looking for the meaning of life
The meaning was in you, I write to you notes.
Who listen with your smirk
Someone else's call is your baby.
You will be glad and smile again,
That this guy still gives you love
He still does not sleep for hours before bedtime,
Trying to explain to yourself that only he is to blame.
Justifying you in front of the Saba itself,
They might need to think more often by his head.
He is so tired, he is so expelled, as if the sick
No one will help him with this misfortune.
He is lonely drinking a couple of lines at night
And day after day, living inhales cigarette.
Photo on the memory of the girl, which remained in the heart,
Preserved myself, wanting to be secretly.
Groats forget, start from the beginning, but
Sadness lonely soul chosen him. . .
He hold out, hopes from the last strength,
But this bitterness soon his parabatite.
Will not give to breathe cloth air in the lungs
This freedom is no longer needed at all.
Sits increasingly at home does not see people passersby
And everything from passion can not move away.
He doesn't see others or just does not want
eyes are filled with hope faith and in other matters
He grateful to her for everything that was with him
He knows remembers him although it will be with another.