Валера Королев - До Весны - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

From spring, to spring, pine trees cry with juice.

May thunderstorms, Torchi in search of a dose.

Everything is simple here: three strips on the crosses,

Square, lanterns, chicks and scumbags.

Dirty air, subsidies saturated with a bodice. Indulgent elevators, stairs with a dark palette. People Samopala, cord you, samovars .. bags of goods.

Powder in grams, plants on palm trees.

Green balconies, year after year, winter changes the weather. I'm on foot to Shot, further to school. On the floor above, at any time of the year. Phone cell .. I will look the treasured number. All notes were quickly erased in my old phone ...

Something from the personal, something from his lips ...

There are no empty ones. There are no smiles, and sad people. Come in, I will dispel your concept of word art.

We re -winter, if you leave then beautifully, it cries very dreary very much, and everything that will be possible will come true, from spring to spring ...

There was a district, there were only fragments,

Brars without the Internet. Music in the column, remembered. Memory and on repitu, two scarlet

CAO. Outside the window is thawed, but I never slept. Time is the judge. We are no exception, but we are not torn. There is no music, without trouble. A sluggish message, for those who will understand what I mean, white in black - my mental reports. Years melted, the arrows were ticking.

On the clock, an eagle or tails, would not press the brakes. There is no more district, it was rather strange .. but undoubtedly to my memory. And fuck the wind, and I will go with him, he will carry me while it makes sense.