Текст песни nochlej - под вопросом.

It does not attempt to sing, and even singer in transition
Wasting time on the monotony of the motives, earn coins
To drink or to brighten up the evening idleness
And I have no money fucking go this Monday
By the calendar at once in an environment where there are remnants of the forces
What to put on a piece of imagination, add some color
Stroke and forget. How I forgot handwriting, your letters
What do you smell the smell of the spring as the leaves crunched
Underfoot in your area.
Damped bull in his left hand, the right hand rests liquor
I tried to reach you, but it was too late.
After all, every day promised to start all over again.
With the girl that walked in sneakers and black dzhinsikah
Cold autumn, standing at the bus stop, in my jacket
Under the light of lanterns and bus schedule.
In turn the same people as we are, wandering the void
No, not the one that is considered to be an ordinary soul, or seats
In the shower, under warm water, thinking about the past.
And of that void that was dear to her nice home
Where am I on the doorstep was a little drunk, but concealed it all
And overthrown to uncheck sleep some sort of numbers
Calendar, fucking, and yet the memories in the new year
They have become increasingly manifest, and no I do not want to share them with you
My ship, pulling more and more plump.
Near the fucking shame to realize in himself.
I would put dashes questions that you did?
What would you have become? Without you I am nothing, you just know it.