Текст песни Александр Новиков - ВДОЛЬ ПО ПАМЯТИ

Down the memory of delirium,
I remember it as it was.
Girl, what year
He calls me cute?

Sweet my night catch -
But Cupid took aim by -
Whispered beautiful words,
Yes forgot to name a favorite.

          Flax her hair
          I breathed in his hands,
          Glitter blue tears
          I gather in handfuls.
          Ples and storms,
          The one in which we are drowning,
          From which there is no place to paddle.

And she was gone, like a dream,
Then came her other.
Spun the wheel,
Fever of the same frightening words.

And a pain that yesterday
At night, instead of a heart ached,
Commemorate until the morning
The one that called cute.

In the cold wind hearse
And with the heat unbearable beat.
Beautiful words were for the future,
What I skimp on them?

They are now the other I give,
But in the soul of a sweet sludge
As if they say
With that, she called cute.