Words and music: Armen Grigoryan
Garbage wind, smoke from the chimney,
Nature's cry, Satan's laugh
And all because we
They loved to catch the wind and throw stones.
The sand city I built
Long ago washed away by the wave.
My look is like yours
There is nothing in it but tears and forgotten happiness.
Smoke in the sky, smoke on the ground
Instead of people, cars
Dead fish in a dry river
Fetid heat of the desert.
My death will cut the chains of sleep
When we are together!
You're smart and I'm an idiot
It doesn't matter which of us is giving
Even if I'm lucky
And in my hand there will be an ace, in yours there will be a joker.
So don't be afraid, honey, lie in the snow.
A blind artist will paint a portrait
The poet will sing of your forms
And a traveling circus artist will become a star.
Smoke in the sky, smoke on the ground
Instead of people, cars
Dead fish in a dry river
Fetid heat of the desert.
My death will cut the chains of sleep
When we are together!
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