Сегодня ты последний раз куришь мои сигареты... Ревнуя...

Today is the last time you smoke my cigarettes ...
 Jealous of each to the next,
 it can go to another ...
 
 Eagerly remembering the taste and smoky eyes ...
 Tugging at the nostrils ... deep - swollen,
 like me in the evenings ...
 
 You are silent - you want to talk
 eyelashes ...
 They hurt my heart
 and ask to stop ...
 I'm so stubborn ..
 
 I'm sad on my own—
 And you have left - the echo of my steps and empty ....

(with).