Mr Credo - Буду Думать (Ai Cover)

Heat.
Heat
You're sitting all alone and smoking a cigarette.
You finished your glass of wine and your thoughts are gone.
You
Look around hoping for a change.
I won't
Come again and don't torture yourself either.
Your eyes are bottomless.
Your
Soul is homeless.
The sorrow and sadness
And wine have long been familiar to you
You seek and you will find.
You will
Find and lose.