Текст песни С. Терехов - Мужская Работа - Родина

talk to me please, at least a few words, about anything. I keep everything in my soul, but no, I belong to you - I have not been free for a long time, I live in captivity of your love, as if on another planet, where the sea, seagulls, ships. Talk to me about summer, the sun, no, about the clouds - about their ephemeral flight. Talk to me in poetry or prose, but not about deeds, about anything. About the nature of things, my soul, yours, I don't care, I'm ready to listen and hear, so it’s even more true. behind the word music and to be involved in it, but not to destroy its harmony inside. Lie and I'll believe you. I ask you - talk, because days steal calendars and it is difficult to compensate for the loss .............