Текст песни Сергей Локтин - Когда горят глаза

I'll write you a lot more poems,
And of course they are all for you.
Indeed, in my soul sunk damn you,
I'm under the overcast morning of October.
When soaked right through my jacket,
From greyness homes, lives inside the spleen.
And often tormented by a lousy cold,
Which I'm just the day before.
You must excuse me, I just rolled up,
Patrols, vanity. You just sorry.
And I feel you do not admitted
But I'm not a coward, so necessary. You must understand.
I'll call you, and reset to tone,
My words ended abruptly.
And you're naive fall asleep without my call,
Cover up quietly, with photos folder.