Текст песни Павел Русский - Курить

Real men have no fun
With a cup of coffee on the balcony, and on the stars until morning
Accompany - don’t - the heart stone pulls down
Cup of coffee over the edge, a cigarette over the ledge

Etc.
To smoke half the night on the span
Think about you constantly
To convince that all this will pass
Understand that all, but not all
And look longingly at the phone
Defeat, as usual, in the struggle
And smoke half a night on the fly
Think about you constantly
To smoke. To smoke. To smoke. To smoke.

Real men have all the paths through the forest
Windbreak, not windbreak - no use, but there are chips
And arms reach for the fire, and the fire is almost at the bottom
All silence answers to questions in silence