We're definitely addicted, we can't stand it
I thought that you would be the only one
I thought that your phrases were sincere
In old albums it's like ghosts with you
The rain lays sideways, tearfully
He called with a voice and was sick like a virus
I thought the pain was like nothing else, but I know it by its bitter taste.
Hey, don't shout about love, you don't know a bit about it
The darkness is dispersed by the stub of a candle, filling the empty front door with light
Leave quietly, because we are no longer there
Leave a kiss on the cheek and your cigarettes
With last regards, withered bouquet
Thank you, because I became a poet
Planes were flying, trains were leaving
My gentle angel, who are you? I do not know what to say
I remained captive at airports forever
My gentle angel, who are you? Look into my eyes
All passwords are forgotten and the recipient is lost
These strange words formed a lump in my throat
Alone in a huge house in an eternal search for warmth
My gentle angel, who are you? Look into my eyes
I was waiting for you, really, in fact, in an autumn coat with a black Prada bag
Like waiting for a plane or waiting for a snowfall
Like a bird in flight, like happiness beyond the Moscow Ring Road,
let it be banal
Like the sky of dawn, like the sea of sunset
Like an opiate addict
Like sunlight from a hospital room
I waited for you honestly, I waited for you truly
Don't frown, don't, tea with strawberries and mint is getting cold on the table
Don’t ask, don’t forgive, don’t blame, don’t scream or cry, freezing in the front door
A minute until tomorrow, awake in the yard, to the metro and a little rumpled
Forgive me, my pain, but now I don’t run after you in a hurry until I drop
