LuXoR - Один шанс,одна любовь,одна история... - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

It’s raining outside the window, but she smokes, I suppose,

The grown mascara from the smoke of felts from tears,

Lilac jacket, autumn boots,

Blue eyes, feeling, thoughts of the past, in the hands of the communicator, the heart beats in the chest,

In the handbag of notebook Zhurfakov lectures

some kind of papers a bunch of different rubbish, keys from home, pieces, papa photos with mom, lighter, matches, bond blue habit smokes more strongly before Style yes Glamor one

nights sleep poorly at night nightmares

Yes, and the second jaguar bank does not sleep on his poems in notebooks and notebooks, but not one is afraid of something, he is afraid of something,

With trembling hands, the numbers are gaining passionately

These beeps are in vain Hello! Hello!

She is afraid of tears, turning off her tears, she dreams of flying up on the torn wings and everything is like in the films, she is in the main role. This is one chance, one love, one story.

And until this day, eight months with something, she saw him and from that moment on her life changed as the time of the year changed, she fell in love and decided that she loves along the way, a common story, an ordinary guy of what the sea we have in Russia. The simplest back of the everyday image, wide pants, sneakers, T -shirt of three ix. He does not look directly, forever young, forever drunk, always stubborn Yo directly believes, feelings, loves, suffers, but does not ask for God. She sleeps he sleeps he is sleeping He writes the texts sincerely, devoting her pure thoughts to her, she leaves quickly, and he sits at the house, smokes a lot, waits for a call from the phone.

She is afraid of tears, turning off her tears, she dreams of flying up on the torn wings and everything is like in the films, she is in the main role. This is one chance, one love, one story.

With trembling hands, the numbers were gaining passionately, these beeps were vain! Hello! Hello! The second silence retained the faith, someone’s sigh is not working on the topic. She asked the first.: Well, how are the zero?, And he was silent even to say without knowing, not knowing, not knowing, not knowing, not knowing, not knowing, not knowing, not knowing, not knowing, A short conversation, a little information about these tramps at home and so only in short, beeps at the other end, consciousness was killed to death, he did not appreciate his love and lost his happiness. He made her postcards re -read as prayers, lit up, calmed down, caught rhymes, looked out the window , rain, passers -by, puddles, dressed, gathered, a jacket, a collar of the same. I came to her alone in her entrance, she did not know, and he wrote this song.

She is afraid of tears, turning off her tears, she dreams of flying up on the torn wings and everything is like in the films, she is in the main role. This is one chance, one love, one story.