Lyrics Хроноп - Костёр
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Ты можешь найти под ковриком ключ
И вспомнить, какой рукой зажечь свет.
Я много бы дал, чтоб увидеть, как ты войдешь.
Ты помнишь, где прячет хозяин чай,
И где лежат ленты забытых групп,
И комнату, где падал снег, а теперь льет дождь.
Возьми мои песни в столе,
В них пепел и дым, но тебя я не сжег
В печальном костре рок-н-ролла.
Наверно, в тот день я гощу у друзей,
Наверно, в тот день я домой не вернусь,
Кто-то щелкает пальцами, но никто не кричит.
И книга не лезет в нервную ткань,
Я просто смотрю в темноту из окна,
Адидасом расстоптанный город спит.
Возьми мои песни в столе,
В них пепел и дым, но тебя я не сжег
В печальном костре рок-н-ролла.
Какой-то черт нас разбудит в шесть
И ровным басом будет бубнить.
А то мы не знали, куда президент летал...
Трамвай меня возвратит домой,
На прежнем месте меня ждет ключ,
Ты сделаешь так, чтоб об этом никто не знал.
И капли огня на щеке,
И пепел, и дым,
Но тебя я не сжег
В печальном костре рок-н-ролла.
You can find the key under the mat
And remember with which hand to light the light.
I would give a lot to see you enter.
Do you remember where the master hides tea,
And where are the ribbons of forgotten groups
And the room where the snow was falling, and now it is raining.
Take my songs on the table
There is ash and smoke in them, but I did not burn you
In the sad bonfire of rock and roll.
I’m probably eating with friends that day,
I guess I won’t return home that day
Someone snaps their fingers, but no one screams.
And the book doesn’t fit into the nervous tissue,
I just look out of the window through the darkness
Adidas trampled city sleeps.
Take my songs on the table
There is ash and smoke in them, but I did not burn you
In the sad bonfire of rock and roll.
Some damn wake us up at six
And the bass will be mumbling evenly.
And then we did not know where the president flew ...
Tram takes me home
In the same place, the key is waiting for me,
You will make sure that no one knows about it.
And a drop of fire on my cheek
And ashes and smoke
But I didn’t burn you
In the sad bonfire of rock and roll.
And remember with which hand to light the light.
I would give a lot to see you enter.
Do you remember where the master hides tea,
And where are the ribbons of forgotten groups
And the room where the snow was falling, and now it is raining.
Take my songs on the table
There is ash and smoke in them, but I did not burn you
In the sad bonfire of rock and roll.
I’m probably eating with friends that day,
I guess I won’t return home that day
Someone snaps their fingers, but no one screams.
And the book doesn’t fit into the nervous tissue,
I just look out of the window through the darkness
Adidas trampled city sleeps.
Take my songs on the table
There is ash and smoke in them, but I did not burn you
In the sad bonfire of rock and roll.
Some damn wake us up at six
And the bass will be mumbling evenly.
And then we did not know where the president flew ...
Tram takes me home
In the same place, the key is waiting for me,
You will make sure that no one knows about it.
And a drop of fire on my cheek
And ashes and smoke
But I didn’t burn you
In the sad bonfire of rock and roll.