It was a cloudy, with a barrel of North,
And for dinner I counted a hundred shades of gray.
It's always the first zero of the ninth,
Whether the world has gone mad, then I - that ...
On the table a note from her crumpled,
Unfinished whiskey had finished with mats.
Look out the window, I will add a chapter
The first of September, the janitor leaves burns.
Grey clouds spit on us,
If you know how to live - live,
You wanted to go all - so swim!
But I'm waiting for a miracle, like twenty years ago,
And you do not believe, as Moscow tears.
Enough of tales, children's stories,
You're right, probably you should not wait ...
But I'm waiting for a miracle, like twenty years ago,
And let it - children's excitement.
Did love, remember the battle, I saw the sea,
No illusions, there is hope, I will not argue.
Drops on the glass like fingers tapёra old,
Do you remember our city, a bottle of Cahors
And we, as adults, understand everything and are silent,
And in a pocket of empty apartments brynchat keys.
It was a cloudy, nonsense,
You turbolayf, I turbogoroda.
You do not change, I do not melt,
I forgot you forget you - I congratulate ...
Grey clouds do not care about us ...
If you know how to live - live,
You wanted to go all - so swim!
But I'm waiting for a miracle, like twenty years ago,
And you do not believe, as Moscow tears.
Enough of tales, children's stories,
You're right, probably should not wait.
But I'm waiting for a miracle, like twenty years ago,
And let it - children's excitement.
Did love, remember the battle, I saw the sea,
No illusions, there is hope ...
Grey clouds spit on us,
If you know how to live - live.
You wanted to go all - so swim!
But I'm waiting for a miracle, like twenty years ago,
And you do not believe, as Moscow tears.
Enough of tales, children's stories,
You're right, probably should not wait.
But I'm waiting for a miracle, like twenty years ago,
And let it - children's excitement.
Did love, remember the battle, I saw the sea,
No illusions, there is hope, there is hope.
But I'm waiting for a miracle, like twenty years ago,
And you do not believe, as Moscow tears.
Enough of tales, children's stories,
You're right, probably should not wait.
But I'm waiting for a miracle, like twenty years ago,
And let it - children's excitement.
Did love, remember the battle, I saw the sea,
No illusions, there is hope, there is hope.
