Текст песни Антон Егоров - Она звонила маме...

A logical accident
The beginning of all my began
Frightening
A long -familiar doctor
I could go through and not notice
I could, noticing, not understand
But one day, at dawn,
She looked at me.

Accidentally met by a passerby
Fate becomes only once
We were too different
But that brought us so closer
Two worlds, like two systems
And fragile "nuclear balance", but
Except for an atomic bed
Nothing tied us up!

Sunny Dali opened
As if in a fabulous country
I became so sentimental
She liked it in me
I played throughout the program
I was "in the blow" and beautiful ...
Then she called her mother
Then we went in a taxi.

I wrote down the walls
I lived in separation from my head
But there is a commercial shade
In life (even sex!)
And we hoped for a miracle
And only then could they understand
That your sincere feeling is better
Store, wrapped in rubles.

When the batteries dried up,
Having spent all the ammunition
What a meager trophies
On the battlefield, we were waiting for us
And after this very scold,
A flexion of a broken bed,
She called again (mom!)
How I regret your mother!

What kind of commission, creator,
Have a decorated daughter!?
And the most dull dress
Slopes away from her
Its captivating forms,
Her hot words!
Karenina, falling from the platform,
It was, in its own way, right!