Текст песни ю. г. - Я Скучаю По Тебе

It would seem, well, what's boring?
Only seven days of separation
 But I'm bored - even though I wolf

 Kitchen mountainware - all do not reach the hands
 And again forgot to water your century.
 Friends call - let's mahnem on shish kebabs at the cottage
 And I'm not going, I'm sorry my spleen
 In the usual days, everything looks different
 When you involuntarily live alone

 I miss you
 As an apostle for holy torment
 I miss you
 That's what it is.

 It would seem, well, what's boring?
It is considered useful
 A week from each other to relax

 I'm trying to start living the logic of iron
 But in the logic of love does not shove
 And our ordinary way of life that has developed over the years
 Where the vanity of vanities owns everything
 Prevents us from hearing the cry of the gray universe
 That we do not live and not then

 I miss you
 Like the desolation of the white snow
 I miss you
 What can you do about it?

It would seem, well, what's boring?
Only a week
 And everything will be back to square one

 Home affairs, friends, work at the limit
 But in general, life is quite ordinary
 And just noticing the first snow above the gloomy capital
 And at the stalls frozen flowers
 I'll remember how long the moment will be, that it will not happen again
 And what is more beautiful in him are you

 I miss you
 Like a little girl in her pack
 I miss you
 That's how it happens

 I miss you
 I miss you