Lyrics Дашута Суворова - Поставит Басту.
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И до утра,
Опять не будет спать,
И будет вспоминать,
Опять не будет спать.
И до утра,
Опять не будет спать,
И будет вспоминать,
Опять не будет спать.
1.Утро,
И снова на работу рано,
В голове бардак,
Он еще немного пьяный.
Допьет вино из вчерашнего бокала,
Поставит Басту, чтоб ничего не напрягало.
И просидит так молча два часа на кухне,
О чем-то думает,
Уже с утра не в духе.
Опоздает на работу как обычно,
И это вошло походу в привычку.
Да, веселая была неделя,
Голова гудит с жуткого похмелья,
И соседи дико напрягают
Кто-то,что-то за стенкой выясняет.
Была б она рядом - было б всё по-другому,
А теперь он просто для нее знакомый!
Да, вот так бывает...
Только он ее никак не забывает...
пр:
И до утра,
Опять не будет спать,
И будет вспоминать,
Опять не будет спать.
И до утра,
Опять не будет спать,
И будет вспоминать,
Опять не будет спать.
и до утра...
и до утра...
да, время видимо не лечит,
только грусти больше прибавляет.
пишет письма в личку каждый день ей,
а она их даже не читает.
изменилась, просто повзрослела
у нее всё есть, что так хотела:
за границей частенько отдыхает,
про него теперь не вспоминает.
совсем недавно всё было по-другому:
в осеннем парке гуляли два влюбленных,
всю ночь бродили по брошенным кварталам,
прощались три часа возле жд вокзала
осталось все простым теперь воспоминанием.
уехал кто куда
живут на расстоянии,
но иногда как раньше звонит ей на домашний
и говорит: "прости, но я скучаю, Даша"
и до утра
опять не будет спать
и будет вспоминать
опять не будет спать
и до утра
опять не будет спать
и будет вспоминать
опять не будет спать
And until morning,
Again will not sleep
And will remember
Again will not sleep.
And until morning,
Again will not sleep
And will remember
Again will not sleep.
1. MORNING
And back to work early,
In my head a mess
He's still a little drunk.
Finish the wine from yesterday's glass,
Put Bastu, so nothing bothered.
And he would sit so silently for two hours in the kitchen,
Thinking about something
Already in the morning not in the spirit.
Late for work as usual
And it went into a habit.
Yes, it was a fun week
The head is buzzing with a terrible hangover,
And neighbors wildly strain
Someone, something behind the wall finds out.
If she were near - everything would be different
And now he's just an acquaintance for her!
Yes, it happens like this ...
Only he does not forget it ...
etc:
And until morning,
Again will not sleep
And will remember
Again will not sleep.
And until morning,
Again will not sleep
And will remember
Again will not sleep.
and till the morning ...
and till the morning ...
Yes, time apparently does not cure,
only sadness adds more.
writes letters to her every day
and she doesn't even read them.
changed just matured
she has everything she wanted:
abroad often rests,
about him now does not remember.
quite recently everything was different:
two lovers walked in the autumn park,
wandered through the night in abandoned quarters
saying goodbye for three hours near the railway station
everything is left now simple memory.
who went where
live in the distance
but sometimes as before she calls her home
and says: "I'm sorry, but I miss, Dasha"
till morning
won't sleep again
and will remember
won't sleep again
till morning
won't sleep again
and will remember
won't sleep again
Again will not sleep
And will remember
Again will not sleep.
And until morning,
Again will not sleep
And will remember
Again will not sleep.
1. MORNING
And back to work early,
In my head a mess
He's still a little drunk.
Finish the wine from yesterday's glass,
Put Bastu, so nothing bothered.
And he would sit so silently for two hours in the kitchen,
Thinking about something
Already in the morning not in the spirit.
Late for work as usual
And it went into a habit.
Yes, it was a fun week
The head is buzzing with a terrible hangover,
And neighbors wildly strain
Someone, something behind the wall finds out.
If she were near - everything would be different
And now he's just an acquaintance for her!
Yes, it happens like this ...
Only he does not forget it ...
etc:
And until morning,
Again will not sleep
And will remember
Again will not sleep.
And until morning,
Again will not sleep
And will remember
Again will not sleep.
and till the morning ...
and till the morning ...
Yes, time apparently does not cure,
only sadness adds more.
writes letters to her every day
and she doesn't even read them.
changed just matured
she has everything she wanted:
abroad often rests,
about him now does not remember.
quite recently everything was different:
two lovers walked in the autumn park,
wandered through the night in abandoned quarters
saying goodbye for three hours near the railway station
everything is left now simple memory.
who went where
live in the distance
but sometimes as before she calls her home
and says: "I'm sorry, but I miss, Dasha"
till morning
won't sleep again
and will remember
won't sleep again
till morning
won't sleep again
and will remember
won't sleep again