Lyrics Д. Арбенина и С.Сурганова - Она ничем не знаменита
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Она ничем не знаменита, но
Я каждый день смотрю в окно.
Надеюсь я увидеть там следы,
Но только дым.
Дорогу стелят белым полотном,
Мне грустно здесь, но здесь мой дом.
И что потом?
Когда снега сойдут и холод улетит.
Когда вернусь к тебе, и ты меня простишь.
Заговоришь, а может,
Может, вдруг погладишь по руке.
А может просто вспомнит обо мне
Я был никем.
До нашей встречи я был никем.
Она ни с кем не будет бродить зимой
По очень скользской мостовой.
Метели вой
Напомнит ей о том, что все же длинен путь
До дома, где ей дадут вздохнуть
И утонуть.
Когда снега сойдут и холод улетит.
Когда вернусь к тебе, и ты меня простишь.
Заговоришь, а может,
Может, вдруг погладишь по руке.
А может просто вспомнит обо мне
Я был никем.
До нашей встречи я был никем.
She's not famous, but
I look out the window every day.
I hope to see traces there
But only smoke.
The road is made of white linen
I am sad here, but here is my home.
And then what?
When the snow is gone and the cold will fly away.
When I get back to you, and you will forgive me.
Speak or maybe
Maybe suddenly you would caress the hand.
Or maybe just remember me
I was a nobody.
Before our meeting, I was nobody.
She will not wander with anyone in the winter
By very skolzskoy pavement.
Blizzards howl
Remind her that the path is still long
To the house where she will be given a sigh
And drown.
When the snow is gone and the cold will fly away.
When I get back to you, and you will forgive me.
Speak or maybe
Maybe suddenly you would caress the hand.
Or maybe just remember me
I was a nobody.
Before our meeting, I was nobody.
I look out the window every day.
I hope to see traces there
But only smoke.
The road is made of white linen
I am sad here, but here is my home.
And then what?
When the snow is gone and the cold will fly away.
When I get back to you, and you will forgive me.
Speak or maybe
Maybe suddenly you would caress the hand.
Or maybe just remember me
I was a nobody.
Before our meeting, I was nobody.
She will not wander with anyone in the winter
By very skolzskoy pavement.
Blizzards howl
Remind her that the path is still long
To the house where she will be given a sigh
And drown.
When the snow is gone and the cold will fly away.
When I get back to you, and you will forgive me.
Speak or maybe
Maybe suddenly you would caress the hand.
Or maybe just remember me
I was a nobody.
Before our meeting, I was nobody.