Текст песни Julia Kozelinski - Серая песня

Do not cut hair, so as not to cut the thread of memories
About those days when with hot hands beat the rhythms of tango on the tables.
Our youth ... In fact, it still burns and does not change ...
And the coffee is sweet, the conversation in the middle of the night, someone wants something.
Interaction squared, if about one.
Wish polemic
From impotence to explode
It leads to time loss
But still it’s nice to dilute the space with passers-by,
Especially similar ...
Suddenly someone who lingers longer than usual
Or maybe a person wants to stay until the end.
Final stages are divided into the best,
Indifferent to exclude rings from memory.

After all:
From her breath, the Universe arises and is destroyed again and again ...
Om ...