Текст песни Татьяна Зыкина - чалый город

roan some year - with myself one on one
the body is no longer waiting at home, the hands are almond eyes
two phrases through the door, I won't die right away
what should be done?

even the cats of the city look at me proudly
dark gypsy hands will lie from three boxes
that I will have everything and everything will return to me soon

muscles are not at all the same - time wasted on empty thoughts
running around the room, looking at the clock and at the sheets
and on wallpaper, melons of the playboy goddess
but everything hangs, and there is nothing to reap.