Текст песни аля кудряшева - Те, на которых можно просто смотреть

Those that you can just look at.
Not even faces - but a reflection, a shade, a third
The profile is an old faded school photo.
Subtract seventeen years and now look
Smooth bangs, crawled pimples
(There is little that time can do about them.)

These, with whom you breathe the same fire.
Without finishing a word, you already see in it /
this is the only true response in it.
A puzzle is not a puzzle, but it fits exactly into the groove
A polished answer, an impossible pass -
So, you can't tell - is he from you ?.

What without words is a dandelion wreath
Warm asphalt, washed by a thousand feet
Walk quickly along the curb. Crumple the wrapper
So that it crunches.
Look obliquely.
Sticky watermelon juice on my chin
Yellow fingers from honey and celandine.

There is no "remember?" On that turn
You've been so far away
That no "now" can fill it.
But, without noticing, you ask about the former, that:
"Do you remember the morning badminton at the dacha?"
You hear in response: "Well, what a question. Do you remember?"

It seems to have grown, became bad, stale,
Though not callous. But it seems: cut the mold
And it will sing, shine, gold.
You will become a pine light hop resin.
You look at them - and the bald layer is thinning,
As if you are holding a large bird in your palms.

Each of them is ordinary, alive, earthly
It's just that their hair smells like bread and heat
Every shade, a reflection in the glass of the tram.
You meet by chance, touch your shoulder in the crowd,
After you go - forgiven from the executioner,
Painfully reviving with every minute.