Текст песни Джей - Фотки на стене, ну а нас-то нет

I would erase all the files and forget at all
Yes, we are with you, in fact, from different planets
And I close everything, I press "Do not say"
So as not to remember, like this, when you are not
Memory gives out the best of memories
Tell me why the problems have changed us so much?
And these thoughts tear apart and hurt us
Since that time inside, as if I do not have a part
Skvoznjak on a parquet, I shall close, that has not blown
We are not friends on the Internet, before so who would have thought
And no sushi on Wednesdays and pizza on Tuesdays
And there is nobody to pour your flowers on the windowsill
Tea with dog rose, a glass of whiskey
And your dress in the closet - probably forgotten
And I have never let anyone close
We can not assemble a new world in which we were

Coffee on the table, hello for a hundred years.
Choose - an eagle or tails?
Photos on the wall, well, we do not have
Memories I will dump on a flash drive
There is no way back, I have a nervous tic
By the wind, the smoke, the goosebumps
And the Internet is dying, and there is no one else to drink
From your favorite cup

Turn on our song to make it sadder.
And I start writing in the hope that I will let go
Until October, as you can see, we still did not have time
Autumn on the web is quietly hanging from the chandelier
Delete joint pictures from profiles
Through the fingers slips a dress from chintz
Still recently like you brewed coffee to me
Now I'm here to say goodbye.
Old Turk, fire at minimum
Add tears and joy to taste
But there is no joy except your name
The train is gone for a long time, and the elbow is bitten
Cool either from you, or from the condyle
It seemed that I could manage, but breaks into pieces
Of course, dear, I believe you just did not hear
This is not snot, this is an outline in Moleskine

Coffee on the table, hello for a hundred years.
Choose - an eagle or tails?
Photos on the wall, well, we do not have
Memories I will dump on a flash drive
There is no way back, I have a nervous tic
By the wind, the smoke, the goosebumps
And the Internet is dying, and there is no one else to drink
From your favorite cup
Coffee on the table, hello for a hundred years.
Choose - an eagle or tails?
Photos on the wall, well, we do not have
Memories I will dump on a flash drive
There is no way back, I have a nervous tic
By the wind, the smoke, the goosebumps
And the Internet is dying, and there is no one else to drink
From your favorite cup