Вера Полозкова - И он говорит ей - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

And he tells her: "Why do I start, answer," I'll buy bread to us, rent us a crate, do not throw me one grow up, it's worse than hell. I play blues and wear an earring, I do not know what I can for you, but I should be gone in your debt, and you are not glad. "

He tells her: "I did not call anyone, I have a scene and there is a station, but now I have seen and touched the very light, it seems. I have a penny in a guitar cover, I do not sleep without attacks and attacks, and you will see me like this, and boils the skin.

I was a boy, I lived carelessly; I am not the one who plows to the blue lived; I probably did not deserve you, only who are arbitrators. Overall from different and was a player, (and dreamed of step up to you on the threshold), and smoke like a devil, but everything is not true, only the taste of Selitra.

After seven years of the Smrade and Kabak, I die in the bald bull, in these pins, vulgarity and sides, to teach and fuck. But while I'm terribly alive and yours, smell smoke, salt, raw foliage, Peter Pen, Ivanushka, house, do not give me along the curve, where longing and lust. "

And she tells him: "And in the forest, the Tsygan with a narrow ring in the nose, I do not save you from time to time, we will meet it there. I can believe and hug, only I will not be you, like a mother, patronate, justify, raise, I'm not followed here.

Like all children growing without fathers, we want toys and lollipops, dress festively, so that scarns and did not notice. Only not in the light of the way, where we are forever there are no twenty, in total demand - to delight and blossom, as always at the beginning.

When the light flashes and comes the edge, you need a husband, not a boy Kai, dump, my good, dump to retreat, Roby. There is a station and a scene, and there is housing, and fate usually takes its own and those who run away from it - only a little rougher. "

And stand in silence, stunned, with these new quality of silence, where all cumulus and then hear, they are waiting without running away. Like living stones, stand together, and behind them goes out the doorway, and the Earth in July is worth his, blue, nagaya.