Текст песни Городинец Сергей - Двенадцать шагов до последней ступени

Twelve Steps to the last stage
Seventeen steps up call
Fourteen words and then two weeks
You eye svedesh from the ceiling

Hot blood ohladevshie feelings
Friends consolation words
Push the curtains, chilled fingers
Ice throw in a glass of cognac

A box on a shelf, smile specie
And with a sly slit eyes
The same girl laughing so loud
As if having fun with you

Just a week all feeling burned
Seven days indifferent sleep
With a trembling hand apart curtains
And the windows will cloud

A week in the cooled bed
All the same trembling hand
Nipped in the mobile contacts and the date
And someone else's photo with a girl

Other people's eyes, chin and eyebrows
Two thousand lines of SMS
And someone else's room but painfully familiar
All just disappeared from the screen

Fourteen days and four friends
Twelve sleepless nights
And a new life will temper of separation
So just ... when you're not someone

© Sergey Gorodinets
Book & quot; Trying to like & quot; The international code for books ISBN 978-966-136-138-5