Кино - Пачка сигарет (English Version + текст в описании)

Through a new window I look at a strange sky, one so foreign, above. And don’t see a single star that’s familiar to me. My worn heels have walked all roads, some common, and where few are. Ah, where to? I turned around. No tracks could be seen. But if my pocket holds a pack of cigarettes That means there might be some hope on this “same old, same old” day And a plane ticket to board a big silver-winged jet As it flies away, it’s shadow’s all that remains.