Текст песни Марина Кравец - Ты не звонишь

You do not call
And I've been waiting
And crying paraffin candle on the carpet
You do not call
In the soul of sorrow
And from the salty tears became bitter sweet tea

You do not call
In the soul of winter
The very smoke in the living room , and snore itself
remind Me
Old antifreeze
How to thaw meat in it together

Well Call
Well Call
Without you, without as neck of the guitar
catastrophically
all the same
all the same
Torn to shreds of hope does not collect in one
Anyway , do you hear , anyway
Broken pieces of glass in the window does not collect
Chopped into pieces the trees do not collect in the timber
Eroded not eaten sweater to wear to the movies
And all because you have not called me