LuXoR - Она влюбилась - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Outside the window rain and she smokes probably

Dried mascara either from smoke whether from the tears

Lilac jacket, autumn boots,

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

in a handbag notebook, jugkovsk lectures,

Some papers, a bunch of different trash, house keys, stimples, photo dad with mom, lighter, matches, Bond blue habit, all smokes, earlier STYLE YES GLAMOUR AFTER.

Nights sleeps bad-tormented nightmares

and not sleep, the second bank of the jaguar. Poems him in notebooks and notebooks, but not one does not give everything afraid of something,

trembling hands dials passionately,

These beeps are in vain ... Hello. Welcome.

She is afraid of tears, tears turning dust, she dreams of flying on the torn wings, and everything is in films: he, she is in the lead role. This is one chance, one love, one story.

And before that day, in eight months, she saw him for eight months and from now on her life changed as the time of year was changed, she fell in love and decided that he loves along, Vkontakte was familiar to. .Prosttsy repellex of an ordinary image, wide pants, paint, T-shirt Three Iks. He looks schos speaks straight, forever young, forever drunk, eternally stubborn yo straight believes, feeling with a sense, loves, suffers, but does not ask God. He writes the texts sincerely, visiting her clean thoughts, she goes quickly, and he sits at home, smokes a lot, waiting for call from the phone.

She is afraid of tears, tears treating dust, she dreams of tapping on the trimmed wings and everything as in the films he, she is in the lead role. This is one chance, one love, one story.

Digitally dial the numbers passionately, these beeps are half an alcohol! Hello! Hello! Second silence kept faith, whose breath is not in the topic by winding nerves. She asked first.: Well, what's the case, and he was silent even to say not knowing A short conversation, some information about these troubles at home and so only in Krai, the beeps on the end, the consciousness was killed to death, he did not appreciate love and lost his happiness. Litched her postcards, read as prayers, lit up, calmed down, Claim the rhyme, looked In the window, rain, passers-by, puddles, got dressed, gathered, jacket, collar foul. I sat down alone in her entrance, she did not know, and he wrote this song.

She is afraid of tears, tears turning dust, she dreams of tapping on the torn wings and everything in films: he, she is in the lead role. This is one chance, one love, one story.