Cigarette Sunrise

A match strikes in the dark, burning the fingers,
We are stuck on the threshold of this long night.
Smoke crawls across the ceiling like a wanderer's shadow,
And tired eyes refuse to close.
You sit with your back to me, wrapping yourself in the chill,
Outside the windows, fog fills the cracks.
We don't need loud words, we don't need to look
For what you and I failed to save.


But time melts this darkness,
And every exhale is like a sign
That we are still alive!


This is our cigarette dawn over a broken destiny,
When the sky hides the traces of our sincere tears.
We play with fire, we fight stubborn sorrow,
On the ruins of unfulfilled, free, and wounded dreams.
A new day burns out in our hands like a forgotten wick,
The cigarette dawn turns doubts into dust!


The concrete of roads holds the warmth of the past summer,
At the bottom of the coffee cup, our past grows cold.
You look in the twilight for a drop of an answer,
Forgetting all the bad and remembering the good.
Your lipstick on the filter is like a drop of sunset,
A bluish stream flies up carelessly.
We pay in full for everything we once sinned with,
But this crazy night won't last forever.


And the whisper of the wind hits the temples,
Tearing off old locks,
We take a step!

Припев
This is our cigarette dawn over a broken destiny,
When the sky hides the traces of our sincere tears.
We play with fire, we fight stubborn sorrow,
On the ruins of unfulfilled, free, and wounded dreams.
A new day burns out in our hands like a forgotten wick,
The cigarette dawn turns doubts into dust!


Let the old blues play from the broken speakers,
And the strings break from crazy, frantic pain.
Among forgotten names and untrodden roads,
We have finally played our main roles.
Look how the lampposts are fading,
We are staying until dawn...



Припев
This is our cigarette dawn over a broken destiny,
When the sky hides the traces of our sincere tears.
We play with fire, we fight stubborn sorrow,
On the ruins of unfulfilled, free, and wounded dreams.
A new day burns out in our hands like a forgotten wick,
The cigarette dawn turns doubts into dust!

the clouds...
Your hand in my hand...
Dawn... Just you and I.