Текст песни Диана Арбенина - Питер пахнет никотином

Trained sky my eyes -
Only you alone could I say so.
It takes time grind into flour
And stop being afraid delicate cheekbones.

Fascinated by air land at the country.
We must become accustomed to the pain as a shaman
And to get to the bottom lashes
And see what lives at the bottom of the spring.

Trained miracle my eyes -
It should be a lure bullets to say so.
It takes time grind into flour
And stop being afraid delicate cheekbones.

Peter smells nicotine languid summer.
Disappears my favorite childhood town of forests.
As if in ulcers shoulders streets - cellophane, masking
Faceless monsters grow entirely new life blanks.
 
And I can not quit
I can not leave
The silent impotence
From the fury of wheezing ...
I fight to stay -
I will protect you!