Текст песни Илья Чёрт - Выросла гора посуды

I grew up a mountain of dishes ,
I do not keep track of the little things .
Always I try not to get me in gossip ,
But now let us down nerves .
As ash stlevshey cigarettes
Showered foliage on a tablecloth
Suddenly lived through the summer ,
Yes Change my memory .