Текст песни Дело было вечером, выступление - Без названия

- I thought you quit.

- I gave up - he says, holding the corner of his mouth a cigarette, and slaps his pockets for lighters - but, as you see, we managed to stay friends.

When she went to the city, she solemnly zareklas to meet with him. She told herself it at the station, a hotel, a nail salon, a bookstore, and on each of the main streets. She walked and praised himself. & Quot; I grew up. I have great pains my fucking composure. I do not want problems, and I will not have problems. He did not write to me, because I do not know that I am here; and if he finds out and leaves, I'll think of something. It is not very difficult, there was even a social advertising. Holds out a glass, and strong hand to stop her. I have no dependencies. I'm single & quot ;.

- You kind of scared, baby.

- Do not flatter yourself.

In the & quot; Babe & quot; killing is necessary, of course.

- Well, no, you never know, because of what it can be you terrified. And her lips blue, too, you never know why. Maybe you came here strong, and came and realized that you still love me. Well I do not know. Anything can be. There's nothing not depend on me, baby.

Oh, you're a pig.

- Almost. I Came, arrogant fool discovered on the site of his boy, and now feel the horror.

- Chilling.

- Well.

And they laugh.

And then they are mostly laugh - & quot; I've bought recently, Alfa Romeo wanted to show it to you, but suddenly propyl & quot; - & Quot; I lost my - husband, oilman and a dacha in Barvikha & quot; - & Quot; poker? & Quot; - & Quot; in ladushki & quot ;, - & quot; and the kids? & Quot; - & Quot; kids trying to play me & quot ;; He shows her his cat in the phone, the same cat that they've cut out the mats together, he held, and she combed and sheared - shows the mother, best friend Darth, she is glad that he did not propyl him too, he retorts that tried repeatedly, but Dart - this is the gift of God, want and not spend on drink.

- I missed you, - he says, as always, suddenly, and she almost forgets to breathe.

Then she wants to tell the truth, the whole damn tonne truth she was taking here in the compartment, for some reason, knowing that she is still no one will come in handy; how she talks to him mentally every time hangs over the wine list in the restaurant, on the arm in a clothing store; how she comes up whole evenings jokes to his udelat on occasion, knowing that the case will not be presented; that when she asked some family friends, weddings or large family gatherings - and you're married? - She nods and smiles - but who is he? - He is a playwright - always keeping in mind its course; about what was in his wonderful voice in twenty-seven years, even when he was singing drunk under her windows, fake and getting off to laughter; how meaningless it all as stupid as irreparably, you can catch a taxi right now and go to him, and there is another drink and joke about that here, this is my book here you should still know, how much you owe, I'll readers canceled oo, how is it, do not touch my readers, that's all I have left in my old age - and even make love, dying of embarrassment and embarrassment, he got hold of a paunch, it is also not done beautiful for years and feel something, even now, the memory of the body, we are great for each other, is not it - and leave the next morning, all in a row trying to sweet jams bitter taste absurdities and frustrations - but do not, do not.

She lowers her voice and moves very close to the table.

- I do not see anything supernatural. As someone else.

They differ from the intersection, he moved, cordial, hugging her tightly and did not want to let go. Then he remembers something that digs into the case, remove the book and holds it.

- There is some scoundrels published a collection of my plays. There's one about you.

- Do not lie, there should be a good three of me.

- I will not sign, you can.

- No, no, sign. So it will be harder on drink