Текст песни Екатерина Болдырева - Час

P-in 1: He will call in an hour
He will call in an hour, but here's the trouble
A flood could happen in this hour
Water will pour over us from heaven

He will call in an hour
He will call, but in this great hour
Fire can come to hell
Burn all of us all

1. In this hour I can prick my finger
I can accidentally prick my finger
And forever, forever die
from blood poisoning in an hour, an hour
I can get an album of photos
Open album of his photos
See how handsome he is, go crazy
and become a complete fool in an hour, an hour

I can bring trouble to the bandit neighbors
cutting Pink Floyd at full volume
They will come with a gun -
oh what will it be in an hour, an hour
I can just sit there and wait
just sit and wait
From boredom to gnaw the battery
hour hour

Peninsula 1.

2. In this hour, he could read the mail
Find a computer, turn on and read mail
Write to everyone according to the answer, but to me
no greetings, of course, in an hour, an hour
And he could go in the heat and buy beer
Go under the umbrellas and order a beer
And meet a cute girl
or maybe not very, in an hour, an hour

In an hour he could squeeze a thousand times
if I would be a little stronger
Why tyranny yourself in vain?
Stupid thing for an hour, an hour

And could take and come to me
just come to me
Oh, we would find something to do

Pen 2: He will call in an hour
He will call in an hour, but here's the trouble
I will not be home where bored
I will not return here today

He will call in an hour
He will call, but in this short hour
We are several years late
And he will say: Here you are
There you go, time, Rastafaray Jah