Текст песни Павел Воля и Arto Tuncboyaciyan - Финальная песенка из фильма Платон

Ordinary Capital story
Told , maybe that
You, babe , personally

Maybe she wrote a book of such stories
Provincial town , winter, green coat
A girl carrying a book under his arm home

And this evening crosses the yard, as usual, along and transverse
And every day, always the same way
And how not to fall asleep in this city , but on such a cold
Winter is the time of one month summer sixteen years to a number of
And listen to my mother should like
But do not breed well disappear , but in this weather
And like not ugly , and now a year later gets angry

What a year later all around the same faces
None of them is possibly Prince
With that laugh , swear, put up all that there is in life to share ,
Marry , give birth children , and dissolve it in life - in short, fall in love

To make sense to burn , shoot and break the roof
In addition, local bad guys stupid kiss
A best friend , by the way , is not beautiful and smart, and so chicken
Lives in central Moscow street with her prince in the capital
One, two ...

And Moscow has his rings circling
On the bridge , on the roof, garage everyone is ready to become husband
Winter , well, spring and summer , even at sea somewhere
And how not to lose this feeling
And in my thoughts on the Porsche Cayenne but almost
Suddenly long his luck

And it turns out , need money , every day, nevertheless
No longer do without a mat ,
How much does it cost for our brother Ordinary removable Moscow hut
Sorry , girlfriend , and even on dvushka Kaluzhke

Castings not roll enough
" Thank you , very nice, you will be contacted modeling agency"
Constant calls mother
Majoring wherever neither demand
Would be three people per workplace
And at that time with her friends threesome in the Khrushchev sick and closely
As a result, bags collected , though reluctant to leave
And suddenly, through a dream phone call to
" Hey , we should meet, have a job for you "

He called , and the city changes the tone ,
And even lighter black stripes
Each time before a voice
Writes her cell phone : " Plato "

Plato ...
Plato ...
Plato ...
Plato ...

And here's another topic: young mother , merry widow such
Type of hassle , our and your
Yes, and even three jobs fucked ** um ,
To no small daughter for whom nothing ever wears

And again , this is early, but strong love
And as it should be , " Do you like - get married , I agree, Sergei "
Honeymoon, honey month
But staring into the water : half a year seems to be called his homeland
World tour in the next hotspot
" So far, the young wife , wait for a call , give birth , good-bye , my future daughter"
And as in the forehead, in a month - the coffin , which was still around

And no longer able to , yes, she shouldered
But for a long time , many years already
After all, to be honest with her daughter today at lunch studying ABC
Caught her friend : " Hey , come with me to the clubs , exactly
And our meeting that day will continue on the same night ,
To that have not seen each other "
And in the evening too lipstick , still -

When will this evening will provide the opportunity
The only not alone , that crying is not marked
And maybe even be a meeting
Alcohol , Drags , Friday,
Five times during the night a new place , pleasant company
And as it may be backing away , every club closely
And constant attention to the male ,
Again alcohol
And her daughter screaming about that adopt willin
What help , but on a night
But do not ask her again the crowd carries
It stands without interest , again offended bride
But do not let the Holy place
"I hurt you , I was sorry, your account is closed "
Then bow , " I'll call name - Plato "

Plato ...
Plato ...
Plato ...
Plato ...

And , as this is our third and final all other widget
She would be outside the third ring would not continue to go