Lyrics Михаил Шитов - Июльский пух
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Письма рваные в клочья... Дружат с пылью в углах
Скатерть ловко рожи корчит - вся в узлах...
И невольно, украдкой. Я смотрю на часы...
Я снесу.., все в порядке. Я вернусь из глухой пустоты
И будет по-полу кружиться, по-утрам июльский пух
Я пойму касаясь солнца, что уже не слеп, не глух
Легким облаком без стука, по-двери скользнет рука
Улыбаясь, в белом платье... Ты придешь... Из далека.
Два браслета на память. Словно ходики на стене
Может это, чья-то зависть, отыгралась так на мне
Пить обиды несложно. И кого мне винить?
Что тяну сквозь года безнадежно, в невозможность незримую нить
Туда, где по-полу кружиться, по утрам июльский пух
Где пойму касаясь солнца, что уже не слеп, не глух
Где легким облаком без стука, По-двери скользнет рука
Улыбаясь, в белом платье... Ты придешь.... Издалека.
Letters torn to shreds ... Druzhat with dust in the corners
The tablecloth deftly makes faces - all in knots ...
And unwittingly, sneakily. I look at the clock ...
I'll take it ..., it's all right. I will return from the blank emptiness
And it will be in a semi-circle, in the morning July down
I will understand touching the sun, that is no longer blind, not deaf
A light cloud without knocking, a hand slides on the door
Smiling, in a white dress ... You will come ... From far away.
Two bracelets for memory. It's like walking on the wall
Maybe it's, someone's envy, played it back on me
It's not hard to drink offense. And whom should I blame?
What I pull through the years is hopeless, in the impossibility of an invisible thread
There, where the floor is dizzy, in the morning the July fluff
Where I will understand touching the sun, that is no longer blind, not deaf
Where a light cloud without a knock, On the door slips hand
Smiling, in a white dress ... You will come .... From afar.
The tablecloth deftly makes faces - all in knots ...
And unwittingly, sneakily. I look at the clock ...
I'll take it ..., it's all right. I will return from the blank emptiness
And it will be in a semi-circle, in the morning July down
I will understand touching the sun, that is no longer blind, not deaf
A light cloud without knocking, a hand slides on the door
Smiling, in a white dress ... You will come ... From far away.
Two bracelets for memory. It's like walking on the wall
Maybe it's, someone's envy, played it back on me
It's not hard to drink offense. And whom should I blame?
What I pull through the years is hopeless, in the impossibility of an invisible thread
There, where the floor is dizzy, in the morning the July fluff
Where I will understand touching the sun, that is no longer blind, not deaf
Where a light cloud without a knock, On the door slips hand
Smiling, in a white dress ... You will come .... From afar.