Lyrics Павел Кашин - Если это не ты

Happiness, like a bead in a vat of cold water,
passed, lost its color ...
To me, as to the nearest star,
not enough for thousands of years ...
My phone measured, hung and cooled
on the highest level of emptiness ...
And it does not matter who called me,
if it's not you ...

They are being hanged as flags of hope in a cold war,
in the field of lost dead ideas ...
What do I care how many people will perish,
talk about me ...
My phone measured, hung and cooled
on the highest level of emptiness ...
And it does not matter who called me,
if it's not you ...