Текст песни Е.Никонов - Друг

For you as nonsense for me as life
Letters on your arms i am with your seas
Fall in the temple I shout her
Where we are pop
And if you want to know my name
Wait a little bit soon I will come back
I will open my mouth clogged
To tell you everyone
That it does not matter
Sick cities
But it's not a trouble
This is not a trouble
I keep myself away from prayers
It hurts me to go against us two
In the painted dreams the most rigid risk
But buzz at any cost yes
Tungsten bandages in the chest do not count
Rewind fear to stretch longer
Without anything, why give yourself to
You just smile friend
And it does not matter
Sick cities
But it's not a trouble
This is not a trouble