Текст песни Крэк и Смоки Мо Ассаи - Ольга Петровна

Chorus
In these eyes of her whole life , all the dreams .
From the windows of old houses can be seen
Narrow slits of eyes,
Squinting , the last time
She will see a place
Where leave childhood.
Running away from the rain on the sidewalks wet ,
Clutching under his arm volume of Nabokov.
Child , girl, woman ... Old age came quickly,
While Piers creaked in the wind.

Assai :
" Breaks old cough, delight in a dream , and only " -
I groaned widow Olga .
She was not nice weather already . In the dusty , musty room, knocked on the wall :
"Where are you calling from? "
" I saw God , I saw the blood on his hands ", -
I whispered the old lady 's coat .
Bequeathed grandchildren apartment -
Newlyweds added potassium cyanide in carafes .
It smells of ginger, and in my dreams .
Spring melts before our eyes -
And now autumn places.
Too thin walls, too little light .
So many years have passed . We shadow of these years.
Lashes - the heart pounding .
And that tune , whisper bystanders.
Warm rustling plate
And there is no more of those old pictures.
Where the stalker that walks her to the depths of memory , return back to the springtime of the year ?
She wanted to return to innocence
Day after day, killing the pain with something of the morphine type .
Under the shade letters to relatives , distant.
"Hi , Mom ," granite -line
Footnotes, and there is something about the eternal memory .
We do not stop the ice that melts.
No, do not repeat , and do not try to play with this .
Remember last time? Will you continue to know.
When your grandson cried , I do not remember who was with him,
And you kept saying : " It can not be so ."
No, close your eyes and show his hand :
She tells us the story of past years .
Melts year , followed by another .
No one is indispensable . No one is indispensable .

Chorus
In these eyes of her whole life , all the dreams .
From the windows of old houses can be seen
Narrow slits of eyes,
Squinting in the last time,
She will see a place
Where leave childhood.
Running away from the rain on the sidewalks wet ,
Clutching under his arm volume of Nabokov.
Child , girl, woman ... Old age came quickly,
While Piers creaked in the wind.

Fyuz :
Wednesday . Eight in the morning . All rise for work or study .
They all have jobs ,
As soon as she
Despite the pain in the body,
Gets out of bed ,
Barely moving ,
Goes into the tunnels or the church.
There you can see it on any day of the week:
An elderly lady .
At the gates of the temple.
Stands with outstretched hand. Her life drama .
Open wound .
In the heart ,
After all, she went through those
Who called her mom .
Monotonous days stretches gray scale .
Falls late, then get up early .
Train. In the park , near the fountain ,
Where couples are circling in the rhythm of the old tango
smoothly
At the mall lovers.
In the shade of the old maple ,
Very old , very gray .

Chorus
In these eyes of her whole life , all the dreams .
From the windows of old houses can be seen
Narrow slits of eyes,
Squinting in the last time,
She will see a place
Where leave childhood.
Running away from the rain on the sidewalks wet ,
Clutching under his arm volume of Nabokov.
Child , girl, woman ... Old age came quickly,
While Piers creaked in the wind.

Smokey Mo:
Olga washes floors and marble walls ,
I am sure that her money had eaten system
Recalls Stalin with tears ,
Sometimes it is darned jacket with medals.
" But now everything is sold as - is , the money donated to the children , all the plundered !" -
Screams Olga Petrovna .
In the empty rooms of a communal half people spit on the floor.
Sergei dad hates .
He shouts that it will relinquish his son in an orphanage , his wife Irina.
" Remember when I took you in the shit .
Now you are on my neck , your geek and your mother , old s.ka "
Serge stopped looking .
"From this hell could I do ?" - " No"
No tears , just added a gray hair on the heads of old women
Hungry , eternal widows, gray , nursing allowed on the weekends