Тбили - Слышь, малая я так скучаю... - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Hey, small, I miss me, I didn’t want to do it, I answer I didn’t know what was the matter, in response, you were silent you asked for forgiveness, gave you these flowers and you loved this romance so much, what kind of romance, my head wounded that I missed a lot I remember the bazaar on the phone until late at night I remember you, our tracks were swinging, you don’t want to start everything from the very beginning and as you know, I got attached to you too much you loved when you called you a baby only without this phrase about friendship, I didn’t need anything better There were no kisses on March 13, and all these layouts, maybe I am naive, nonsense, let's say what I said, felt with my heart that it was true, but sometimes the fate of the villain sat the fate of our love of batteries.

I am so glad to hug you and see you nearby, to feel you even with a look and our quarrels, I'm sorry for all these snot for you, for you, you can even experience these feelings as I am for you .. You understand everything and our fates Ships were dispersed in the sea and I haven’t dreamed about you for a long time, we flew far away, how birds fly, but if you rise high, you can break up, you inserted the knitting needles deeper into your soul, and you forgot the right smile, but I scored, but I scored it, but I scored The heart can go through the heart and we will, let's forget, let's forget what it was if, as in the film, then let's forget your dear, let's forget why in the swamp we are even more mud, but I don’t like to write about love, but catch One Love. One Love. From the heart

Among the concrete dust, among the abandoned windows among the in full -time buildings, in my head thought about the past I know .. How .. I am glad to wake up with you in the same bed a pleasant breakfast in the morning, and that’s all, I flew to study with acidified eyes, sleepy , shrouded in snowstorms in the dark area, lanterns go out there, and I like to be always cheerful, but not fun inside and this joy, no longer pleases as you see, I smoke it all, and now I depend not so globally, but understand how you want If the trains diverge, then the wagons also do not have measures, but only the volume of their actions, and if from beginning to end, then only together it is one such that it sunk into the soul inside without makeup, just what I need but apparently made a mistake, ships They diverge, so as not to break the wrong road, apparently the beginning but I got it into my senses, so it was necessary for me or to you, it doesn’t matter, let's forget it, please, let's forget