Текст песни Денис Розов - Песня о чём-то другом

Song about something else

Thousands of thousands of books.
The smell of gooseberry
You are alone in this room
July evening
And five of the twelve are waiting,
when you make them sing
hand touch.
And the words are already on a clean sheet
And you freeze,
as if afraid to scare them ...

Thousands of thousands of books
watching thousands of different dreams
There behind the glass
any of them can come true
and the berries are falling down
from open palms
and it seems that you've seen it all before
in one of those movies
where your childhood still lives ...
                
And somewhere on the ring
last tram
sadly rings the bell,
but you don't hear

And he started off,
and for some reason the heart is in the chest
so anxiously knocking
and in your eyes tears
           
It's so easy to keep silent about it.
and it's always so hard to sing about
so do not try -
your song will be about something else

Let go of the last tram
let dissolve in the green leaves
and don't look after him
                              
                           You are alone in this room
                           July evening
                           The smell of gooseberry
                           You are alone in this room ...

Thousands of thousands of books ...