cigarettes
Slowly hides the evening
As the star powders her pale face,
I'm your friend, but you- not so really,
Tea shoulders from Leningrad
Suddenly trembled and froze forever,
If we only could glue portraits deeper into the heart
And I'll keep my cigarettes as a memory...
The highway melts
In the sparkles of the stoplights,
Queues leading to ticket windows,
Surrounded by gloomy cops,
And I'm still your friend, but you- who are you to me?
If we only could glue portraits deeper into the heart,
And I'll keep my cigarettes as a memory...
If we only could put videotapes deeper into the heart,
And I'll keep my cigarettes as a memory...
*this is a translation of one of my favourite songs( Cigarettes) from Zemfira, a Russian singer, whose music is just heaven and which I highly recommend to everyone!