Splin - Romans - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

And the lamp does not burn. And they lie calendars. And if you have long wanted to tell me something, then say. Any deceiving sound. Silence is worse. When, in the midst of fun, a glass of wine falls from the hands. And a black office. And the cartridge is waiting in the trunk. So quiet that I hear how the subway car goes to the depths. On the square of the shelf. Dark at the end of the line. And in the telephone tube, these many years later, only beeps. And somewhere the door will slap. And the wires will flinch. "Hello!" We will be happy now and forever. "Hello!" We will be happy now and forever.