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[Verse 1]
“It’s just a side job” - he says
“My friend is about have a free place on his job, a really good one, I’ll immediately pay off my debts”
Sparrows on wires, tram park
The pub hiccups, the bank flashes with microcredit
She's been leaving these places for a year now
There are just no tickets, a thousand things to do
And how will the girls from her workplace be without her
The bush in the window, smoke breaks with laughter, MUZ-TV, Nescafé
Eh! They're waiting for him at the corner again
He’s carefully dodging bеtween flowerbeds and trash cans
On the run diving into thе crowd at the house of culture
And he would fight back, punish them for everything
But he needs to hit the gym first
“Alright, one last time and that’s it”
She whispers, taking pepper and salt on an insipid evening
Spices on the table
The house across has a Soviet face
Need to get 250

[Bridge]
An extinguished cigarette, an abandoned outback
A withered flower, an unlived life
An eavesdropped chuckle, a roadside in the wilderness
A burnt-out coal, an unlived life
A learned lesson, worn out, re-sewn
A strangled sprout, an unlived life
A tortured dash postponed into dreams
A missed call, an unlived life
[Chorus]
An extinguished cigarette, an abandoned outback
A withered flower, an unlived life
An eavesdropped chuckle, a roadside in the wilderness
A burnt-out coal, an unlived life
A learned lesson, worn out, re-sewn
A strangled sprout, an unlived life
A tortured dash postponed into dreams
A missed call, an unlived life

[Verse 2]
There was actually a time when he was also writing
And not even so bad, well, just a fun hobby
Now, of course, it's funny, this competition of theirs
Prizes, hopes for something, then work
Sick mother, two renovations, no time left for that
If it wasn’t for kids, she would have left a long time ago, this is not for her
Puppy eyes, presents, repentance with little lies
Flimsy loggia, strong broth
Well, she will leave: then who will dry his thermal underwear?
In the smoking room, he deftly pretends to chat with a bright brunette
But is secretly looking for him
Fixing up the badge for family values
He will open up to him, but tomorrow, this is the fifth year of this
For a long time already her maturity and old age have been mixed up
As well as youth and childhood, but a stain remains
The nurse bends down to make out the last words:
“I was scared, and chose the wrong person”
[Chorus]
An extinguished cigarette, an abandoned outback
A withered flower, an unlived life
An eavesdropped chuckle, a roadside in the wilderness
A burnt-out coal, an unlived life
A learned lesson, worn out, re-sewn
A strangled sprout, an unlived life
A tortured dash postponed into dreams
A missed call, an unlived life
An extinguished cigarette, an abandoned outback
A withered flower, an unlived life
An eavesdropped chuckle, a roadside in the wilderness
A burnt-out coal, an unlived life
A learned lesson, worn out, re-sewn
A strangled sprout, an unlived life
A tortured dash postponed into dreams
A missed call, an unlived life