Текст песни Павел Фахртдинов - Фотограф

I do not understand what more you want -
Whether sleeping, or smoking.
I sorted out the old photos, names and patronymic.
Voices of people have forgotten.
Tired eyes somehow
Everyone who stood waiting for the birds.
Perhaps happiness ...
It can be seen a fool chose the wrong vector flight
Or an old photograph of a neurasthenic sad button pressed,
And this pictures
Turned if soaked through this loneliness,
What do you see when you view yourself to someone in an embrace,
Remember that with a close, but who -
Not want to remember.

There is no one who would have looked at you like the sky,
With X-rays clouds
Who would smile in the subway.
Here everyone has an escalator, his dungeon.
Upside down
I freeze for a fit of acute attack of epilepsy.
Here, the phrase: & quot; believe me! & Quot; inevitably becomes the phrase:
& quot; I Loss & quot ;.
Someone puts on me a dumb seal or stamp -
I thoroughly stamped.
As photos, the face faded, worn needful.
But all this - stuff compared to,
What shouts Cancer Throat
What is there anyone who would look at you like the sky,
And I saw the sky ...