Текст песни Nebo7 - Фломастеры

I go out, killing the last in the pack.
The city greets with an open mouth
There's a bit in the headphones.
I have a black felt-tip pen in my hands.

That's all the plans for a dull evening,
If not for a call from an unknown number
Although the numbers, in my opinion, are familiar.
We have so many smiles with the subscriber
They did, but I didn't remember a single one.
Saving myself from them with songs.

You invite me to meet so
Just talk.
But secretly hoping that the heart would find
The right rhythm for the relationship.

The choice was between a pack and coffee
Not to wait, not to sit like an asshole
The last hundred square meters in my pocket, don't care
I'll wait and so.

You came in the same coat as that day
When we decided to kill all our senses
Swearing that we won't give them a move,
And it's better to break them down now about everyday life.

Than to do it later.
Your tears will not pour down to flood.
On which my indifference rests like a pantheon.

About half an hour of unnecessary words
Again smiles, confessions.
I was depressed, you pressed for scrapping
As I always did.

And we made sure that this trick is no longer relevant
Either I became indifferent, or just found myself in a couple of critters
It all ended with an apology and the phrase "forget it"

And I got myself a tight cap
And scored a hand with a sketch of a tattoo
Only a loud pub clogged your ears
and the one from below scored at you.