Singer: Alexey Ponomarev

I kept my soul in captivity.

Maybe it's time downwards,
Where you breathe in the body.
Drop your empty sheet,
Creatures don't go to white.

But I would so like you wrote,
To the soul take your hands,
I'd washed her, caressed
And returned to the place again.

My thoughts are like a stream of water
Not to collect, unless you have bucket.

She'll forget again
With a swipe of his claws can easily draw blood.
And if you're Casanova,
You don't deserve a cat's simple love.

Good people, them as molecules, not visible.
It really must be because it's so sad
I want to see not shit, and jam
And this whether your heart hurts, huh?

And here I sit and I stare into one point,
More precisely, in the sky, its tattered shreds.

't step on the graves of buried ideas;
And suddenly they will rise up to the joy of yours?

And yet what; they say, depart -
She frankly doesn't care.
That you've got a career ahead
What a bunch of Affairs - and her case no.

What career, life? It flows
And if you don't rowing - drowning.
And you row with the time forward,
Holding romance, like a talisman, in his hands.

All problems in life do not care,
When romance is in the County picks.

You write in the stars letter,
I read once from a window.
The answer I'll tell you in the eye, in the face -
That's just the spirit going a little bit.