Cigarette in hand

Cigarette in hand. Why give up?
His life is useless.
Ostoetsya one thing: to produce low smoke,
While the rain comes the spring.

Let the old Phanar will support,
Let replace the other shoulder.
Cigarette smoke increases pattern
He drown in a pool of bull.

The collar pouring rain,
Cough was stuck in his chest.
What life will never love?
Usually, Thou shalt love - not love.

Who will share the sorrow of those who will pass
Through the pain and cool Groot?
Who would dare now enter into his heart,
To walk this path together.

Ringing in your pocket change ringing,
They were singing the wind and rain.
If you love someone vzhizni,
That he will never understand.

single lamp, a lonely cross
You go up to him,
your heart is now in his hand
Now he plays his game.

You alone, my heart aches
something stuck in chest
cigarette smoke of Love said
When you do not will not be happy with it.

inhale the aroma of a pair of rain
to give him seriously,
which to live, never loving
and runs through the body trembling.

you said goodbye
what words
all have been decided
you leave, I remain,
but you do not care anymore ....

chorus:
We share the sun with you
cigarette smoke is your savior
We share the sun rays
I'll at Cater did not notice.
the sun is always close to us
I do not see you or when
Well the smoke obscures your
I will not be happy with you