Lyrics Аргент - Через Пару Лет
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А представляешь через пару лет
Ты поймаешь тачку.
И станешь моей пассажиркой.
Ты меня не узнаешь , конечно
Всему виной бутылки с дырками (неее)
Я отвезу тебя по адресу, куда нужно
И номер не спрошу, вдруг уже замужняя
Да и потом я помню наизусть,
холодный дождь Нагонит грусть,ну и пусть!
Сквозь эти дворики словно сквозь нашу жизнь плывет машина
Куда мы торопились , куда спешили мы?
Ты главное держись на поверхности
И знаешь если что, я для тебя просто таксист
На этой местности!
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Простимся взглядом и тут же все забудем,
Надеюсь тебе хорошо, ведь с тобой другие люди
Клюешь на моду.Знаю тебя, дорогая
Я знаю кто менял тебя, кого ты меняла
2х
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Дождусь когда погаснут фонари,
Можем встретиться еще родная,
Только в глаза мне не смотри
Стыдно за прошлое, оно такое пошлое
А я такой поношенный, что даже тошно мне
Давай вина немного,у тебя же кто то есть?!
Хотя наверное я уже не парюсь
И не стану затирать тебе про честь
Не отвечаешь на звонки , музыка, изеркиль
Теперь чужая, да и я немного возмужал
Уже нету того мальчика, что пишет тебе песни
Уже не так живу, продукты просрочены,
Даже дешовый сыр и тот с плесенью!
Но как и раньше мы с тобой
В этой прокуренной комнате вместе
И чем закончится все это одному богу известно
And imagine in a couple of years
You'll catch a wheelbarrow.
And you will become my passenger.
You do not recognize me, of course.
All the fault of the bottle with holes (her)
I'll take you to the address you need
And the number will not ask, suddenly already married
And then I remember by heart,
cold rain Will overtake sadness, well, let it!
Through these courtyards, as if a car is swimming through our lives
Where were we hurrying, where were we hurrying?
You keep the main thing on the surface
And you know, if that, I'm just a taxi driver for you
On this terrain!
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Let us say goodbye and then forget everything,
I hope you are well, because other people are with you
I swear you're fond of fashion. I know you, darling.
I know who changed you, whom you changed
2x
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I wait until the lights go out,
We can meet still native,
Just do not look at my eyes.
Shame on the past, it's so vulgar
And I'm so shabby, that even sick of me
Give a little wine, you have someone !?
Although probably I'm not worried anymore
And I will not scold you about the honor
You do not answer calls, music,
Now a stranger, and I grew up a bit
Already there is no boy that writes you songs
Already not so I live, products are delayed,
Even the deshovy cheese and the one with mold!
But as before we are with you
In this smoky room together
And what will end all this one god knows
You'll catch a wheelbarrow.
And you will become my passenger.
You do not recognize me, of course.
All the fault of the bottle with holes (her)
I'll take you to the address you need
And the number will not ask, suddenly already married
And then I remember by heart,
cold rain Will overtake sadness, well, let it!
Through these courtyards, as if a car is swimming through our lives
Where were we hurrying, where were we hurrying?
You keep the main thing on the surface
And you know, if that, I'm just a taxi driver for you
On this terrain!
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Let us say goodbye and then forget everything,
I hope you are well, because other people are with you
I swear you're fond of fashion. I know you, darling.
I know who changed you, whom you changed
2x
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I wait until the lights go out,
We can meet still native,
Just do not look at my eyes.
Shame on the past, it's so vulgar
And I'm so shabby, that even sick of me
Give a little wine, you have someone !?
Although probably I'm not worried anymore
And I will not scold you about the honor
You do not answer calls, music,
Now a stranger, and I grew up a bit
Already there is no boy that writes you songs
Already not so I live, products are delayed,
Even the deshovy cheese and the one with mold!
But as before we are with you
In this smoky room together
And what will end all this one god knows