самоубийство маргарет - весна, я слишком долго тебя ждал - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Spring, I have been waiting for you for too long. So long that the kettle is in full swing from October. There is no water in it, but on the street of people. While freezing my hands I am trying to smoke the rumpled Winston, since September in my pocket. The entire horizon is covered with houses, and when the December sun rises, they seem to smolder. Homeless dogs are warming in the batteries in the market. In the theater, hinged backs are all in dust - an interval since 2008, in the lobby, the skeletons of young actors. Help the sun stand up, it seems to be pulled by clouds. I would help alone, one is not indifferent, but not omnipotent.

Spring, I hope you bring the memories that then destroyed everything around. The swings are wet, consciousness is also tolerated there. But I can’t remember.

Do not leave the room, do not make a mistake. People fall from the windows, but you cannot suppress a smile. And every year the horizon is increasingly losing nature. It is covered with Khrushchevs, and the ice turns into mineral water. All the same, he brewed tea, it is easier to write prose under it. All the same, snow melts, and sticking white roses merge with it. Geysers in the veins boil, as you boiled at me once, people hate everyone around, and love only twice. And while we freeze separately from each other, someone together along the ring from Belarusian to the Park of Culture. Drunk girls at the absorptions read Yesenin and Brodsky, it seems like it seems sweet, but like idiotic. In the caskets of jewelry at a million at a million, but her music is more expensive. Spring, I have been waiting for you for too long, so long that it is dehydrated.