Текст песни Словецкий - Сердце

Calls, calls
I'll leave home and remember something
Autumn, her hair, hands, unnecessary sounds
I would never call her a bitch
After all, she cooked me soup from mushrooms
Indian films, she is afraid to climb the roof
I did not know what the pain was, degrees zero
But I'm drunk next to you.
And now alcohol, rock and roll, jazz, bass
Napas, adidas, I have, I'm like a phantom
I thought climb to Dalo Lama - a climber, but he is busy, he has a trance
Frying pan, two eggs, tomatoes, gas, potatoes and chinos in a dance
Plus, the doctor has found a disease with us, you have cancer, I have a cat
Death is when the thin ice, slippery floor
Superfluous move, crazy house
You often came to his office,
I increasingly see a bag Pippi's long stocking
Scores a dub step at the entrance, with her we see each other more often
The world is small and how many other people's songs,
Find your own on the road in the entrance
I'll blow you up with a slant, you'll turn into a simple girl
If only the brother Amur did not shoot at all
And we'll go into your apartment empty
I miss the time when we dance all night
..., ... soy, cheese, wine, cinema
You always wanted to go to Tibet, sit in the warmth
And now I'm somewhere on the edge where the mountain range ends
It was cold 20 years, especially the last 3 years
Two wet, a summer residence, basins, .., ladies-davalochki
Bottles-zashchalochki, on the crooked drink,
You have not called me for a long time.
Yes, I almost forgot, but I remember well
Autumn, her hair, hands, unnecessary sounds
She's afraid to climb the roof, I did not know what the pain was.
Degree zero, but I'm drunk next to you
And now, and now alcohol, rock and roll, jazz, bass,
And we will dance a farewell waltz with you
In the evening there will come winter, snow outside the window
Thoughts about you, and something is poured, again something is forgotten
See again, but I'm again killed
The door is closed and I say to myself hoarse
After all, there are still fine threads and your smile on the old video
And as we kidnapped each other, our eyes did not even see the audience
The days have become so wonderful
After all, I'm a romantic from the last century
And even if the time of the universal ego is pressing
I am always saved by the thought that you are somewhere
I left my fingerprints on my heart
Always asked me to undress sooner
She loved me and I also loved you not like a child
But the thought that you are not like a blade through the veins in the bathroom
Where are you, my daughter captain
Our silk smoke of marijuana, our nirvana
Kusman, memories, my friend Murakami
I sometimes understand, or rather I
In a black coat, in the hands of a whitefish, and here there will be no rhyme
And after the rip-off, there will be at least some meaning to the losses
All leaves will fall, slow step
Above 40 alcohol, the Cat lost its role
Then the control script, he was not allowed to write
They took away the love, the pen, the sheet, and he clenched into a gray ball
In a gray lump