Сигареты [Sigarety] [English translation]

The evening is hiding, the star is applying powder;

I am your friend, but you're not quite a friend to me.

Tea-colored shoulders from Leningrad

Suddenly shuddered and went still forever.

If only it was possible to glue portraits deeper into the heart...

I will leave you my cigarettes as a memento.

If only it was possible to glue portraits deeper into the heart...

I will leave you my cigarettes as a memento.

The undercart is melting, the pillars are sparkling;

I am your friend, but you're not quite a friend to me.

A line to the ticket window, gloomy crowds;

I am your friend, but you, who are you to me?

If only it was possible to glue portraits deeper into the heart...

I will leave you my cigarettes as a memento.

If only it was possible to glue portraits deeper into the heart...

I will leave you my cigarettes as a memento.

• Artist:Zemfira