Lyrics Петлюра - Их не зовут,они приходят сами
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Их не зовут, они приходят сами
С заученною лаской рук и глаз
с богатым прошлым, лживыми слезами
И клятвами, что любят первый раз
Их обнимают, зная то, что вскоре
Другие руки прикоснутся к ним
И тлеет в сердце крошечное горе
Которое нам кажется смешным
И вздрагиваешь словно от укола
Почувствовав мгновение когда
В прощании наигранном веселом
Безмолвное присутствие стыда
И слыша каблучки по коридору
Её ушедшей в предрассветный дым
Внезапно понимаешь то, что дорог
Ей был за то, что не был дорогим
И выбежишь невольно вслед за нею
Грустишь и радуешься, что не смог догнать
И вдруг она становится роднее
За то, что с ней не встретишься опять
С которой сам виновен в равной мере
Коль жаждою любимым быть томим
Ночным словам ни чуточки не веря
Твердил себе, что все же веришь им.
Ночным словам ни чуточки не веря
Твердил себе, что все же веришь им.
They are not called, they come themselves
With memorized caresses of hands and eyes
with a rich past, false tears
And the vows that love the first time
They are hugged, knowing that soon
Other hands touch them
And smoldering in the heart of a tiny mountain
Which we find ridiculous
And you shudder like a shot
Feeling a moment when
In parting fun deceived
The silent presence of shame
And hearing heels along the corridor
Its gone into the pre-dawn smoke
Suddenly you understand that roads
She was for not being expensive
And you run out involuntarily after her
You are sad and rejoice that you could not catch up
And suddenly she becomes more familiar
For the fact that you will not meet with her again
With which he himself is equally guilty
If thirst for loved ones to be tolerated
Nightly words, not believing
I told myself that you still believe them.
Nightly words, not believing
I told myself that you still believe them.
With memorized caresses of hands and eyes
with a rich past, false tears
And the vows that love the first time
They are hugged, knowing that soon
Other hands touch them
And smoldering in the heart of a tiny mountain
Which we find ridiculous
And you shudder like a shot
Feeling a moment when
In parting fun deceived
The silent presence of shame
And hearing heels along the corridor
Its gone into the pre-dawn smoke
Suddenly you understand that roads
She was for not being expensive
And you run out involuntarily after her
You are sad and rejoice that you could not catch up
And suddenly she becomes more familiar
For the fact that you will not meet with her again
With which he himself is equally guilty
If thirst for loved ones to be tolerated
Nightly words, not believing
I told myself that you still believe them.
Nightly words, not believing
I told myself that you still believe them.