Lyrics Трек 201 - Падать.
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Шепчется город с пасмурным небом,
Наглухо занят твой телефон.
Буду курить, да закусывать хлебом,
Пялясь в прихожей на пыльный плафон.
И опережая лето плавали и ждали ветра
Плавали, искали сушу, слушай, слушай.
Умер телефон в кармане, напишу записку маме,
Напишу что очень, очень рада падать.
Падают стрелки, падает пепел,
Сколько ошибок наляпала вновь.
Ты? Ну а ты ничего не заметил -
Дурочка нега лелеет любовь.
The city whispers with a cloudy sky,
Your phone is busy.
I will smoke, but eat bread,
Wearing in the hallway on the dusty plafond.
And ahead of summer swam and waited for the wind
Swam, look for dry land, listen, listen.
Died the phone in my pocket, I'll write a note to my mother,
I'll write that very, very glad to fall.
The arrows fall, the ash falls,
How many mistakes I made again.
You? Well, you did not notice anything -
A fool does not cherish love.
Your phone is busy.
I will smoke, but eat bread,
Wearing in the hallway on the dusty plafond.
And ahead of summer swam and waited for the wind
Swam, look for dry land, listen, listen.
Died the phone in my pocket, I'll write a note to my mother,
I'll write that very, very glad to fall.
The arrows fall, the ash falls,
How many mistakes I made again.
You? Well, you did not notice anything -
A fool does not cherish love.