слезы асфальта - Не много, ни мало - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Not many, not a little, but only one of them called me the most, the most and nights sobbed, behaved like my mother: called, worried, cursed, yelled, lied and pressed for pity ... I dripped on the phone in search of female numbers/SMS And the analysis of flights is almost until the morning: who looks at anyone, who called anyone, choose, I or she, and I chose. Not many, not a little, but only one of them made me think about myself when I fall asleep; I took me by the hand - "Zay, try everything again .. I believe you with your talent and do everything right." I know happiness in the one I want to wake up in the morning. And I have long been interesting for a long time: my son or daughter will be with me, I won’t guess, it just seems to me that I know what their mother is called.