темвременем - фразами алых глаз - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Crispy car roofs in the yard, the owners’ furniture won’t last long

And in an old Volga, we’ll go to the sea just away from everyone

And the roses turn yellow in the smoke, you, offended, washed everything away with your tears

What is so alien to the heart, even more so, your quiet laughter dissipated in the apartment

And in the summer, spaciously, under a clear sky, I burned my heart with a red-hot brand

I pulled my hands out of the bag of stories, look there is nothing in them

And the star cover, on your body, synthetic fabric, you were so glad to have insomnia next to me, walking around the house at night

And I’m in complete confusion, the sad notes will get stuck in the mud, I’ll sit down near the center on a bench that’s just been painted because there’s nowhere else to go

A chest with a photo of a Tula Khrushchev building will warm my expectations in the morning, about the future day I will again cry alone in a rotten attic

Fly into my ardor like birds, the faces of drunken people seek solitude with eternity

I'm waiting in vain for you in the house of my heart, in the role of a guest, in the role of my careless love.

Burn my feelings, hide them in the torn pockets of unfulfilled destinies

I'm like broken dishes in the trash, I'll lose my mind from you

Today I will use a rusty nail to hammer everything I have for this lousy summer.

Falling on me, the star took the desire to die alone as a cherished desire

On an armchair from the times of Stalin with a pillow that was not knocked out and a movie trailer

The kindest smile of a dolphin will tell you about true love for you as a person.

Evaporate from thoughts, street laughter, screams of children from broken playgrounds

I calculated all the equations, with your missing but pleasant phrases

And in the evening, in the spacious window, the world will seem not so sweet

Clouds of unreleased tears, in huge bags under these scarlet eyes

And I'm trying to make a model, true love out of lies and suffering

Fallen leaves of green trees that did not want to live further

Like the sun in a bowl burns, the silhouette of your simple outlines

The store will take me into adulthood, the store is the closest