Routine , routine , my dear girl
Kind and affectionate
Routine , routine , my dear girl
Kind and affectionate
On the city map
Denoting venue
Assigning this meeting
on Sunday evening
Pricked liver from old wounds
smoke chest Afghan marijuana
24 hours ahead
Even then , the sky seemed blue clouds
The sun was shining , and only shadows baphanov
Mirages in the sand sparkled smoothly
Closed eyes from fatigue
No heart , only an image of the ace of spades
Deprived of love , a million reasons for this
King - not eternal, but remains king
Collected thoughts , soul strong
Lonely.
Artist under the blue tent
Thought he went to sleep
what will happen tomorrow , and then what?
Routine , routine , my dear girl
Kind and affectionate
Routine , routine , my dear girl
Kind and affectionate
Sunday morning , approaching the city
Wind blew his gray beard
In a cigarette, twirling hurricane
he was born , where smoking plan - the country's Muslims
Traveling caravan , leaving behind him smoke
With a huge hello to all planned
Sun Valley , where the Fergana
where kings were crowned in it as a boy king
drive past the places where blissed ,
where the first prison , where for the first time stolen
where the family home, where his brother lost , where every corner is that it reminded him .
Routine , routine , my dear girl
Kind and affectionate
Routine , routine , my dear girl
Kind and affectionate
