Celebrenko - Вечер воскресенья - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Sunday evening. Rain outside the window. And silence ... a great time for reflection. On one with himself. You sit in the room, where, it would seem, I have never been so empty, the phone is silent and the light bulb flashes. Such moments are suitable only in order to get rid of the illusions, think about what you actually have and decompose it in detail everything in the shelves in the old closet, which is about to fall apart from the skeletons hidden in it. No lies, excessive courtesy ... Only you and your subconscious. Without fake smiles, no extra negligence, meaningless stories about the universe and old secrets here either. So what do you still have? Invaluette with Napoleon ambitions, mint shirt, couple of honey jeans and old ced. Tomno Fauvaya Mint Zuma, continues to dig in himself. And what else remains if you open your soul for unfamiliar people, like a bottle of champagne for the guests' table for a long time, is the only nature of the nature when creating? So the whole life will be held in the daily stream of emotions and thoughts, in a gray building, anyone inconspicuous among hundreds of the same houses. It will pass and leave only a sweeping of beautifully folded words.