Lyrics Воровайки - Разлука
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Вечером шторы задёрну,
Сяду ,светильник включу.
В книжке с романом любовным,
Я затеряться хочу.
Пледом укутаю плечи,
Давит плитой тишина.
Дикий,бессмысленный вечер,
Сново остлась одна.
Припев:
Разбилось зеркало в прихожей,
Разлука в дом вошла без стука.
И как увы прочна разлука.
Разбилось зеркало в прихожей,
Разлука в дом вошла без стука.
И как увы прочна разлука.
Глупые ссоры и ревность,
Всё было как у людей.
Поезд уносит на север,
В догой разлуки теперь.
Как холодны бабьи ночи,
Как ожиданья горьки.
Стонет сердечко и хочет,
Слышать родные шаги.
In the evening I'll turn the curtains,
I'll sit down and turn on the lamp.
In a book with a love story,
I want to get lost.
I wrap my shoulders around my shoulders,
The silence is pressing the stove.
A wild, meaningless evening,
Once again, she was alone.
Chorus:
The mirror in the hallway broke,
Separation into the house came without knocking.
And how alas, separation is strong.
The mirror in the hallway broke,
Separation into the house came without knocking.
And how alas, separation is strong.
Stupid quarrels and jealousy,
Everything was like people's.
The train takes to the north,
In the old parting now.
How cold the nights are,
As expectations are bitter.
The heart is moaning and wants,
Hear their own steps.
I'll sit down and turn on the lamp.
In a book with a love story,
I want to get lost.
I wrap my shoulders around my shoulders,
The silence is pressing the stove.
A wild, meaningless evening,
Once again, she was alone.
Chorus:
The mirror in the hallway broke,
Separation into the house came without knocking.
And how alas, separation is strong.
The mirror in the hallway broke,
Separation into the house came without knocking.
And how alas, separation is strong.
Stupid quarrels and jealousy,
Everything was like people's.
The train takes to the north,
In the old parting now.
How cold the nights are,
As expectations are bitter.
The heart is moaning and wants,
Hear their own steps.