EA7 - что ж я за человек... - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I am generally curious that I was such a bastard that none of the loved ones showed up?! No, I understand, I am not the most charming and pleasant guy in the world, but to ... no one.

*Employed vocals of the song by Christina Prilepina "All night"*

Chorus - 2 times

There is nothing to help here

And the rain pours all night

Rain pours all night

Rain all night

[Nigativ]

I thought here, what kind of person I am

It seems like there are many close ones and many I am like a native

It happened and the crowd gave something like an oath

Where don't throw it - all friends, roots and brothers

And here recently they directly drove from Petrozavodsk

Through St. Petersburg and Moscow, we are steamed with Lyoshka

Peter is rich in Kentam, a sister even lives there

But everyone has a business, so early, 12 in the morning

Okay, why, we are on the simple on the subway

Then from Pulkovo straight to the table airport

And Moscow is generally a separate story

There the other ocean and brothers are sea

This one is busy, he has an exam, he for a day to mom

I'm typing as a keepsake, I press the challenge

Grafoman will deliver from grandfather to Shirka

There is Edgar and his shoes, we’ll sit with coffee at least

Rain at home, and you stand and wait for something

Already at home, there are friends: both adults and youth

But to be honest, ten cases out of ten

From ??? I'm going home not on xenia, but on a taxi

And every time I stand at the airport

And I think that I'm not ideal, harmful and rude

But so that so, and always home yourself

Crap! What kind of person am I?

Chorus

At the entrance I understand that I forgot the keys to the house

Half -overdo in the morning, everyone is sleeping, wrecking

A broken intercom, a wife’s phone on a soundless

I’m calling an hour, I’m calling two, I'm already bored

I start leafing through contacts in the pipe:

This at work, he is married, the third is so -so

The fourth can raise it, well, what if, no?

Why experience fate, stir up water?

Tell me, it's not about me now, you have

There are, for sure, Kents, brothers there, friends

At six in the morning you will call many, say: "Come,

Just chat ". Three? Two? One? You do not know?

Fortunately, there is a notebook, pen, shop, lantern

The rain goes almost soundless, sad, but does not soar

The more lines on paper, the more thoughts

The letters seem to roar from moisture drops, and I am from life

Who should call me so that I would be so blown up?

And let the thread to the thread - came, talked

Sat, sorted out everyone, sleepy head

Thinking about what kind of person I am for a person