cigarettes

Slowly hides the eveningAs 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 heartAnd I'll keep my cigarettes as a memory...

The highway meltsIn 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!