Анна Кулик - Воспоминания о будущем - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Someday there will be a foggy gray morning, a phone call, an ordinary battle with keys ... friends a cold voice ... and every minute empty conjecture that the meeting is not at all accidental.

- Again, review films about fairy -tale princes? Well, come on, the mood - you see - not to hell ... Listen, you know ... But he decided to marry. You do not know? What are you ... After all, the wedding is already on Saturday. I may be in vain ... Listen, is everything all right? I probably forgot, shook - it is understandable. Not children for a long time, so why these games are hide and seek? Of course, what did not say - it is unpleasant ...

- Listen, everything is normal. I forgot, shook, right. And, by the way, what do I care about this wedding? Resentment, disagreements - everything will only ruin my nerves, but I am angry with it - what would be for the sake?

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And on Saturday, wake up, throw a cloak, from an apartment into the air, in which smoke suddenly reminds the road and a summer beach ... And it will seem so funny, as if everything flew away, broke into dust, as if they suddenly had a light in memory. And all this is just a fairy tale, not there. However, there is no fairy tale here.

To approach from the back, like a miserable thief, to listen to the conversation on the way ... Meet your eyes - and look away under it. What can you tell a new one?

Eight shaky on tiptoe to the altar. Come on, kiss her. I don't look.