Текст песни PoTuStoronu - Блюз

Turned off the light in the apartment, the phone is off,
Not feeding a bottle of Soviet - 2 glasses
Silence is interrupted by a rare whisper of words
The cigarette butt burns out on the table, the doors are locked
And outside the window, gusts of wind tease the trees,
The sun has long settled in another overload,
But in that little room the time seemed to have died out
And at the repetition, this blues is poured into the heartbeat of the heart
You know, I'm not chasing the ideal
I can not sleep with you under one blanket
This is not prose about love where the intrigues are plaited
Hardly anyone in the power to express all our nights in the book
Bodies covered with sweat, frequent breathing
A moaning solo in unison with a quiet growling
And I do not need a parish with shades of nirvana
I only need you on the couch

No, they are not a couple at all, no
And they hardly love each other
Just chasing their lives in a vicious circle
On the first knock, on the first call
They run to quickly be here
Without talking about business they are hardly interested
While she brews tea he will fall into an armchair
And silence reigns, and only the wind in the window
Will knock and watch this movie
The heart will accelerate, the breath will quicken
In half an hour the temperature will be + 30
Nails to blood, not with anger, not for love
In a fit of passion it can not be stopped
For now, he turns off his mobile phone
Extinguishes a cigarette, puts on 9 alarms
She lights candles in a glass of Juice
Turns out the light and the blues begin ...