Текст песни twoy bro - Клен

Do not close this book, just, you know ..
I liked you very much, wrote a character,
He froze on the pages, unrequitedly in love,
The birds flew to the south, the heart contracted in pain.

Do not close this book, you are so beautiful,
As the blue sky, I beg you, let's be happy,
Clouds of smoke, he lit a cigarette,
And so until dawn, the ashes fell on, a crudely crumpled portrait ..

The poet wrote for her, he knew that he would die slowly,
Eyes burned with fire, but tears fell on the floor ..
Is about to fight the clock and the queen will fall asleep,
The poet will write about love wiping his face with his sleeve ..
 
Just about a clock bout ...

Do not close this book, the poet is so in love,
Do not go, cry, I beg you, let's do it together ...
Rain, all promises are washed away, promise to say goodbye ..
Fingers will close the book, the hero will die by chance ...