Music, text, arrangement, etc.: ED. Kuziner
- Enough, - I did not sober in the morning, -
From all around you and from everything around:
Run, to save for 3 seas ...
Chuckled: the joke, believed, but only soon
Mascara, lipstick, references in the bag
In the handbag, and here:
Aircraft hid in clouds.
She left in Sydney,
And I think about her
Just how many days, just how many days.
Nature since then - boring,
And the nights are dark - longer,
How is she there? How is Sydney?
- What and how? - I write a sober, - no answer.
So many years considered Tikhona inconspicuous
And now life seems empty.
I arguing: without anything I stand,
The tea has cooled drink, without lighting the light.
And not a joy suddenly -
A circle
Family friends friends.
Chorus:
Here - the call: - Sorry. Care. Twisted
Yes, and I wanted to forget - did not happen:
Without such crazy - not interesting.
Leave everyone. Waiting. Here is another song ...
I am silent, and the heart shook it, beat:
Brooch your nasha
For the sake of new places
Where the southern cross shines above her.
Hey, friend, wondered to saddle horses,
We find out in a couple of days:
How is she, how are Sydney!
M. Ryakovo-SPb, September-October 2014
