Текст песни SJ Werse - Мои руки твои не греют

On my small kitchen
A cup of coffee
KotoroeYa not drink but sometimes necessary though Die
It smells of freshly fried Cutlets
Outside, in the autumn flows SUMMER
WHERE YOU who are you one or two of you
Old wallpaper on my eyes stenahV MOUNTAIN
I do not deny and hide NOT WORTH
I LOVE YOU love the sea as a fisherman
I love you like kids love PURE
So pure as rosaPOSLE NIGHTS FAST
Thoughts running around in his head from the boiled HEAT
Coffee cools VIEW OSTIKLENEVSHY
The cigarette extinguished never gave TIGHTENING
In maobilnike five missing incoming BUT IT FROM Sasha
I will not call me today NO AS WELL AS YOU beside me
LOOK spend on the wall COLD
Remember when were together outside WEATHER
We walked on ulitsamVEChERNEGO Novosib
And it was all good BETTER THAN ALL OR
If you have NOT NEAR always kept CONNECTED
WHERE TO NOW THAT WAS WITHOUT MUD
What byloChISchE ABOVE and scary
Where else my hands YOUR NOT WARM ..