Текст песни Анастасия Стукова и Кирилл Калинин - Утро После Клуба ПЕРМЬ

Morning. I brush the powder off my nose.
Passers-by look at me somehow askance.
Broken rolex and I walk along Lenin,
A free woman does not know the time.
Dancing on my iPhone with heels
The dress was torn by someone else's hands.
Shadows spread, lipstick smeared,
The smell of tobacco and the smell of fumes.

Morning after the club, cold and sad
I walk on the opposite lane, it was too late.
The morning after the club is a strange feeling
To burn life for me is an art.

Morning. I'm drunk, walking along Compros.
Passers-by look at me somehow askance.
I want to shower and I want to sleep
Where is my home and where is my bed.
Last cigarette, no money in my pocket
They wouldn't hurt. Thoughts in the fog.
The battery is dead, I'm my own enemy.
My morning perfume, fumes and tobacco.

Morning after the club, cold and sad
I walk in the opposite lane, it was too late.
The morning after the club is a strange feeling
To burn life for me is an art.