Текст песни Женя Дэп prod. ChipaChip - На чужих руках

Where will all these searches of feelings lead
Only that memory
with which I’m flying somewhere
On a pile of sleeping houses
past the apartment where life
hawala this love
not knowing the mind where he was
and I still cool the ardor
also losing these words
what has been saving for you so long
but someone else will tell you here
in the room at night without light, unfastening the little hawk with his hand
your circuit hurts your heart, but you’re already used to it
did you know how sometimes you need to throw out the inside
all this rubbish, the city in the light of neon lamps
I'm drunk again, lonely lost in the fire of your eyes
one of those that will replace me
about which all my thoughts go in a circle here a day a hundred times
and why for so many years not a single repeat
I'm in the wrong hands in bed behind these curtains
I will fall asleep, and I will meet without you again spring
instead of your sweet lips, touch the bottle again
again do not make a bunch of plans, again but wait
another new romance turned out to be empty
waste of time, ridiculous search
former happiness, it cannot be without your participation, in general
and it’s not clear why all this is necessary, because one cannot find similar hands out of a hundred thousand here.