Голландский Штурвал - За Дверью - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

From somewhere below, the sound is approaching, resembling a drum fraction. Following the sound up the stairwell rang the girl. She removed a backpack, pulled a diary in a bright glossy cover, carefully pulled out the page, crumpled her in a small ball and put it in a blackened cans. The girl stood a couple of minutes, a thoroughly diode, then I smoothed the hair, threw a shed man on my shoulder and began to knock on the apartment door. Before the call, she did not reach.

Closer to the evening, when the staircase stopped lighting the sun, a woman approached the window. She put a handbag on the scanned window sill, took out a cell phone and began to delete SMS messages. When a woman heard the phone's speaker beeps for the whole entrance, she turned off the sound. Carefully reviewed the mobile, the woman took out the mirror, checked the expression of his face, smiled at himself and opened the door of the same apartment.

Five minutes after the door, something crashed. The loud female voice sounded. Then down the stairs tired, but a man descended with an irritated step. Approximately a minute he stood at the yellowed window, slammed his palm over the frame and made a couple of steps left and right. He looked somewhere up by a defocused look, and then, remembering the cigarettes, began to clap the pockets of Triko. The bundle was in the chest pocket of the shirt.

The man went back and forward, watching the ball of cigarette smoke blossoms. Doking to the filter, he threw the cigarette in a cans and pulled out the next cigarette.

He looked at the birds through the born window of the entrance. They sailed through the air to the blurred outlines of the horizon.

And it became so quiet that it was possible to hear a fly, circling over it.