Булёк - 14 февраля - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Eyes are empty, in the dial in the morning. Trying to shove his confessions between the lines.

He wants something, but he knows exactly what he wants. But this day, as always, celebrates silently.

So they are infuriated with congratulations, so these people are enraged. Who decided that they love today.

So your snot is infuriated, and your stupid masks. Why did you seriously decided that you got into a fairy tale?

And dark at night, your slave is submissive to you.

With a trembling hand, congratulations - on the day of all lovers.

And hating this day, he whispers doomed.

Happy all lovers, dear, Happy Valentine's Day!

Cold, hands, hearts, knocks. People, roses, city, sounds. Snow, winter, cars, wind. Whisper, lips, guy in delirium.

So much joy around, love and happiness. There are so many falsehoods in words, so much dirty passion.

So much money will receive bouquet sellers. So many delicate SMS and boxes of sweets.

And on this day he is one, and in a year will be the same. He does not soar, he has not become important for him for a long time.

Red pieces on asphalt in the form of hearts. Inside, there is so many flattering words inside.

Everywhere couples, smiles, wherever you look Valentine. The guy laughs and hugs the blonde.

Perhaps in a year, too, you will look alone at vapors and feel cruel.

Well, now take care, if you are seriously in love. And you take care of him, a blonde with roses.

Go to the cafe, drive to the movie for the film. If only he was with her, and she was with him.

Well, yes, I don’t argue, the hero of the song is also a shame that it seems like the day of all lovers, and he is again alone.

And here is not envy, no! He just loves too. But on this day it cannot be specifically with her.

And at night dark, your slave is humble.

With a trembling hand, congratulations - on the day of all lovers.

And hating this day, he whispers doomed.

Happy all lovers, dear, Happy Valentine's Day!

Again vanilla statuses in the news of VKontakte. Again he is congratulated, and he asks - leave.

Again he tears a postcard, again strangles consciousness. Again, he mowns nicotine memories.

Saint Valentine, why are you so guilty that your day, I hate not me alone.

And those who honestly love, and love them too. Appreciate it. I wish you all the good.

And dark at night, your slave is submissive to you.

With a trembling hand, congratulations - on the day of all lovers.

And hating this day, he whispers doomed.

Happy all lovers, dear, Happy Valentine's Day!