Текст песни Дмитрий Шульц - Ах, Календарёва

I ran to you
I was breathing rain
It’s a pity that already
We do not expect miracles
Vata clouds
Turned to dust
Who are we at this hour
Non-fiction or past?
How to start
New con?

          Choir
Ah, Calendars, ah, Calendars
Let there be no trips to paradise for two today
And the angel is not waiting for us,
Where a hundred suns burn brightly
Ah, Calendars, ah, Calendars
You will be my nostalgia through the years
My dream and sleep
In which a giant is like a gnome

Ah, Calendar
We are more than two
You just don’t bet
I'm wearing a fat cross
Cause pain is like gas
I will eat my heart

Rainbow of love
Just a serpentine
I am your souvenir
Long Quarantine
Memory like in the snow
Lonely maple
But to this day
I am strong with her
Though hopes
No long ago