Текст песни АБЛОМ - Песня для Той

When the sun touches the beam
Did not thawed roofs
And the janitor come on tiptoe in the yard
Knowing that you're still awake
And a whisper will drive foliage
His lone broom
Finishing his morning tea
I'll write my own songs for that,

What he is sitting on my left shoulder
Or in the first row
And I would go for it
But I hardly somewhere to go
And I'm ready to do everything
To her it was easier to fly
But I can only sing

That is often the case thoughtful
I will never forgive
And nobody knows the answer to the question
Of whom it is still sad
And even if it will not be me
Let it be someone else
Anyway, I have not sleep at night
And writing songs for that ...

What he is sitting on my left shoulder
Or in the first row
And I would go for it
But I hardly somewhere to go
And I'm ready to do everything
To her it was easier to fly
But I can only sing

Thank God came exactly
Run up the road-way
And in the glow of the dark mysterious eyes
Simply everything to lose than to find
I calmly breathe freely write
And it is not the height of the window beckons
But why at night springtime
Sometimes it is necessary that ...

What he is sitting on my left shoulder
Or in the first row
And I would go for it
But I hardly somewhere to go
And I'm ready to do everything
To her it was easier to fly
But I can only sing