Lyrics Кот Балу - снежное лето

I'm alone again. empty white smoke
spring, our spring never came
but I remember your genre, your handwriting forever
on the shelf of the cone through the glass
empty bus, my music, silence
knock of wheels, modest sad conductor, different machines from the window
exhausts from which you are tired
earth and sky, +30 and seemingly summer
like summer, like all the songs are already sung
But you are not here, and again the snow falls on your head
and again the cat meets the dawn, and again the girlfriend shiza, losing the meaning
morning fresh at the cornice, dim light
guessing crossword puzzles with a muse
but you just feel, and you just feel

light gray brush on days
draw a string of rain
going back to the evenings where there is no me
by airplanes of wind
silver pieces of ice
break heart once and for all
picks up a body trembling
lost in the world of dreams
without emotions just a shadow in your eyes
will someone else
sunlight and moon
and a new dream in the world, but without me

she dreams of sad dreams, she walks along the embankment
waiting for spring, crying when it rains
barefoot in puddles, nothing is needed anymore
he follows her everywhere in the small world of schizophrenia
I found myself a new friend, his name is opium
sits in a chair, represents, and if he was near
I did not know where the station was
and this sweetness in his eyes, bought a guitar, writes poetry
forgetting friends, is fond of Anna Ahmatova
evening fragrances, men's cigarettes
on weekends goes out of town in the woods
climbs a tree to the skies
wants to become a bird and fly south
used to believe him, now an atheist
pen, blank sheet, blurred meaning, ocean of thoughts
under a quick introduces himself to trot
somehow went out to walk in the morning .. and fell off the bridge