пачка сигарет

I sit and look at someone else's sky from a stranger's window
And I don't see a single familiar star
I walked all the roads back and forth
Turned around - and couldn't see any traces

But if there's a pack of cigarettes in the pocket
Then everything is not so bad for today
And a plane ticket with a silvery wing
That, taking off, leaves only a shadow on the ground

And no one wanted to be guilty without fault
And no one wanted to rake the fire with their hands
Without music, the world is not beautiful
Without music, there's no desire to disappear

But if there's a pack of cigarettes in the pocket
Then everything is not so bad for today
And a plane ticket with a silvery wing
That, taking off, leaves only a shadow on the ground

But if there's a pack of cigarettes in the pocket
Then everything is not so bad for today
And a plane ticket with a silvery wing
That, taking off, leaves only a shadow on the ground

But if there's a pack of cigarettes in the pocket
Then everything is not so bad for today
And a plane ticket with a silvery wing
That, taking off, leaves only a shadow on the ground