Илья Соболев feat. Улица Снов - Слезы - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

1 verse.

I'm a tear. Jump on the cheek. I run around it, I'm so lonely. On the chin hung and flew down past the body. I did not have time to tell you that ...

I am a tear number two. I could become a little more. I’ll tell you where we are, I’ll just wet my nose and lips. I see the night, I see a lantern, the body trembled ... That's it, I'm flying to the floor, I'm sorry ...

I am next, I am number three. There is sadness, resentment, sobs inside. I think I’ll stay here for a long time ... But no, I rolled into my mouth, swallowed, well, here ...

Take a stream, a river ... with a three hand! Do not swim that river to the wet century due to the fact that yesterday ... Oh, everything, I fall ... I have to go!

Just no longer together, a bunch of flattery. True, the eyes of the colitis and the tenth tear comes out: it turns out to be rolling on my cheek, neck ... And I'm flying to the parquet already, it is getting closer. I feel the end thinner. And I was gone more ...

She specifically roars, it seems to me that she will have a wet mark on her nose, but she will not refuse us.

I'm the twelfth already, and here I am in two seconds from the floor, and all the lower, lower ...

Now we pour into the pillow, here the score went on dozens. Not my will to be here. The bribes are smooth from us. Wet sheet. Login mattress. The pillow is wet. Rain in the room. The smile is refusal. The house is unimportant ...

But she roars and roars. It seems like it will pass, ... But suddenly he will see his gift on the shelf, and they will conquer in the soul of Mega-wolka!

Chorus:

Wet eyes, although a thunderstorm is far away. They blink more and more often. Wet lips. Salted teeth. Handkerchief. The curtain and even Porto is wet, damn it. I would like to listen to Spleen. Laugh Charlie Chaplin.

2 verse.

I am a four hundredth tear. My descendants were dripping in the bedroom. And I urine my eyes in the kitchen. In front of me is an empty table. Curtains are drawn. For half an hour I would at least. But they blinked. I fell, where the clock fell asleep.

And I don’t understand what the problem is! Well there is no way! She has no time restrictions. Well, not him, so there are many different options. We cannot choose this. We strive to remove us every moment.

The history of the appearance is not even known to us already. We don’t care where to be: on the roof, street, arena. Less commonly, where there are many people, no one more often sees us. And now, having pulled out the curtains, she is waiting for someone in a coat.

Where we came from, they said that I was the last. I see the streets, a taxi. It turns out, looking at me ... she approaches the door. Call. He comes in and looks ...

And now I'm on his lips! Alas and ah ...

Chorus.

APPENDIX:

I lie on my side

1 verse.

I am a snot. Slide on the cheek. On it is on, I am so lonely. She rolled her hand and froze quickly, fell off. I did not have time to tell you that ...

I am a snot number two. I was able to become a little older.