Текст песни М. Круг - продавщица курит приму

At the flower stall is not delayed one
All in a hurry without noticing beauty
Saleswoman smoke & quot; Accept & quot; and wrapped in a coat
Beer drinkers and silently looking at flowers

With pain where there is conscious, pass the night, days
And thin shoulders slouch heroin
And now to her cavaliers, climbs hachik of Ani,
Smokes plan, and this memory will not heal

That once she was the first beauty
Slough her eyes did not know the depth
And when she was on the street for shoes floated
Was lost courage even punks

Memory remembers how to be happy, well maybe unluckily
At sunrise, she sang the nightingale
And the moon did not come and blooming flowers in the garden
After all, they only her fragrance