Lyrics Sunguns - Юлія
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Такі короткі дні,
і такі довгі вечори.
Як байдуже комусь,
і як не байдуже мені.
Викинеш спогади
через вікно, але зачинене воно.
Холодно на вулиці і я
прошепочу твоє ім’я.
Юлія.. Юлія..
Такі відверті почуття:
запах весни, запах життя.
Ти малювала кращі сни,
скажи, де зараз є вони?
Скинувши ковдру десь в ночі
Ти не казала: "Не питай, мовчи!"
І босоніж, ніжна талія.
Ти писала вірші, ти була моя!
Юлія... Юлія..
Давно забуті дні,
давно забуті вечори.
Як байдуже комусь,
і як не байдуже мені.
В пам’яті лиш силует,
а на стіні висить чужий портрет.
На душі ідилія,
а на губах - лише твоє ім’я
Юлія... Юлія...
Юлія... Юлія...
Such short days,
and such long evenings.
How indifferent to someone
and how indifferent to me.
You will venture out memories
through the window, but closed it.
Cold on the street and me
I will whisper your name.
Julia .. Julia ..
Such frank feelings:
the smell of spring, the smell of life.
You drew the best dreams
tell me where are they now?
Throwing the blanket somewhere in the night
You did not say: & quot; Do not ask, keep silent! & Quot;
And barefoot, gentle waist.
You wrote poetry, you were mine!
Julia ... Julia ..
Long forgotten days
long forgotten evenings.
How indifferent to someone
and how indifferent to me.
In memory, only a silhouette
and on the wall hang a strange portrait.
On the soul of an idyll
and on your lips is just your name
Julia ... Julia ...
Julia ... Julia ...
and such long evenings.
How indifferent to someone
and how indifferent to me.
You will venture out memories
through the window, but closed it.
Cold on the street and me
I will whisper your name.
Julia .. Julia ..
Such frank feelings:
the smell of spring, the smell of life.
You drew the best dreams
tell me where are they now?
Throwing the blanket somewhere in the night
You did not say: & quot; Do not ask, keep silent! & Quot;
And barefoot, gentle waist.
You wrote poetry, you were mine!
Julia ... Julia ..
Long forgotten days
long forgotten evenings.
How indifferent to someone
and how indifferent to me.
In memory, only a silhouette
and on the wall hang a strange portrait.
On the soul of an idyll
and on your lips is just your name
Julia ... Julia ...
Julia ... Julia ...