Lyrics Ольга ШОккк Штыкова - Всего хорошего

You are thinner than my hair,
You are quieter than my voice
You are not worthy of thought,
Even an exclamation ...
And I'm going crazy desperately,
And I'm in an extraordinary longing,
And I want to approach you
And throw anchors ...
Look into your eyes with tea leaves
And call us halves,
Although not willing to admit to being halved,
But I sawed
I destroyed,
And all the good, and all the good under the legs thrown ...
Good luck...
Good luck...