нина потехина - февраль - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

minus thirty -one, idiotic scarf, stand on the bridge,

You quote Brodsky, contacted the dream, that is still a bitch,

From Peter to Novosib - boredom. Two stops on foot, there is nothing to pay, unexpectedly. I'll start living tomorrow and things on trifles.

You rub your nose, squint your eyes, tears from frost, you are so striving to tell everyone. this will take place on February, signs with winds,

He did not marry, promising his mother, to learn English, to roll into Europe and litter with rubles. And you yourself try in this white porridge of people and snow, not having achieved Masha, to take and not leave.

It becomes older and children's carousels, leaving yourself in a lonely bed.

Your wealth is a lead sky and clouds, but better, this is for those

Who is stronger and cooler, you like drowsy well -being.

complain, whine, smoke from case to case.

I will fill my life with white snow (4)

You wander through the forest, in search of 12 months, found the test and desire to hang himself, shouted into the void, did not answer again, the whole city, which goes to the MacDak and proud of rallies, the Golden Horde was inhabited by the Vikings. Abstract, please, from this trash, to revive in any way, to lean out early.

We are cosmic dust, carrion and viruses, so people will bury us after the baseboard, looking out the window that sees Windows, inside, as in July, outside the minus.

Live as if you are constantly falling, I say, but in the cold it is difficult, you know. In your February 20, nothing is new, not loneliness, but a sovereignty that will remain with you, cats were sad with you. They asked you all winter, but you did not forgive.