Евгения Ланцберг - Разобьется стакан... - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The glass will break and, quietly, the cafe will turn out, and the eyebrows will rise. Shards will scatter (and what else remains for us from the departed love). The floors will certainly fly without demand, without an account. Everything has passed - well, okay! Life will warm up to the nearest reception in the darkened front door.

This is life, this is life -has a fountain, with a summer stage, on a piercing board. Adhere to the railing of the bridge, my life, and do not fall in corn cobs. The vein, crust, a blue crack on the wrist and above are beating. And for what she beats and is there a sign about this -who knows who heard?

The cafe was empty, the last sun was reflected in the muddy glasses of the window. The tired birds of the tired capital on the bars of the balcony are falling asleep. In the stuffy air, I will draw an accordionist on a shabby chair. Let the yellow leaves fly to the dusty area in mid -July.