Текст песни Para-Mi - Говори обо мне потише, кури обо мне по громче

More familiar to me is not in the metro multiplied lips
in a city that hides debris hands under my sweater
Coke spits in the face of rain and a short, stooped
strips to the blood empty and echoing alleys
puts wind in his jacket pockets
the collar coat
you know, I wanted to write to you nicely that miss
but again not
and not your eyes very strong tea
so strange, you just left, I just stayed
foolish their verbs in the cold palms towers
pourable alleys, turquoise dawn on the ledge tired
on which every night rain beats his head and no longer breathing
I would like to write you something nice, true
instead of these stupid, dry verses
scratching the skin
tell how ridiculous I look in the morning train
and clouds at half past six wrinkled, affectionate, tevozhnye
and closer to the night, prospectuses drawn watercolor
and now you kiss my eyes straight handwriting
and can not understand a word
but I do not care. you do it, tell me more silent and smoke me loud