Текст песни Антон Духовской - Я ждал твоего звонка

It enters the bustle of the station
Us like moths to the fire ...
Saying goodbye, you told me:
"I'll call in the evening."
And the evening was in a hurry to meet
And his step is easy.
What did I do this evening?
I was waiting for your call.

And the city flickered with lights,
And in the morning he put out the lights.
And time flashed by days
- In a week there were days.
And maybe from idleness
Asking for the string line ...
What have I been doing all week?
I was waiting for your call.

Oh, so it was in the world -
Time is running fast.
And somehow to the delight of children
Washed the ground first snow.
Soles snow hush up.
They will notice - the winter is close.
What did I do for a month?
I was waiting for your call.

... It has long been sleeping at night.
And fashion is not the same for a long time.
Accustomed long to silence.
Only poems are torn from the sheet.
Outside - bad weather.
I am warming a glass in my hand ...
What have I been doing these years?
I was waiting for your call.

And, falling, blown away,
The last leaf trembles ...
And already lived segment
The length of it all ... to life ...
Only one note is not sung -
Mysterious and thin ...
What did I do in this life?
I was waiting for your call.