С. Терехов - Мужская Работа - Родина - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Talk to me, at least a few words, about anything. I’m holding you in all my soul, no, I belong to you - I’ve been not free for a long time, I live in captivity of your love, as if on another planet, where the sea, seagulls, ships. Talk to me about the summer, the sun, no, about the clouds - about their ephemeral flight. Talk to me in verses or prose, but not about business, about anything. The nature of things, my soul, yours, do not care, is ready to listen and hear, so even more. Behind the word music and to be involved in it, but not to ruin its harmony inside. Salt, and I will believe you. I ask you - talk, because the days are stolen and it is difficult to compensate for the loss .............