Текст песни Крэк - Жду звонка ее в марте, жду в июле...

In your eyes were not red ice
Thank you, thank you
On the southern beaches married
Squeezed brush , acoustics
Your tenderness captivated me from the first minute
enveloped forever
And someone rips the strings somewhere in the state
And I'm looking for your hands lips
Pigeons flew to London
And we played on mobile tones
Let the ashes into the sea
Wake me whisper quiet
While not far from me ...

Your tenderness ... Assai
And the ice melts softly
Circling slow dance
Take me to the May
Or think of a name
You got me to invent

A moment in love
On behalf of winter
Asleep or dead
In your red eyes
I was looking for the fifth sun
And while dripping , dripping ...
Aida get away from people
wings Spread
After all, these people have changed their
And I have so many words for you beach
Woven salt .. tender ...

As before trams ran in "Avtovo"
Come on, Bracho , we 'll see you tomorrow
From the " Veterans " to " Strikes " courts
To where the smoke Winston and letters from packs
The pale light of the moon through the tulle
The head buzzing , likely to rain
Waiting for a call it in March , waiting in July
Empty kitchen, squeaky chairs
In his hand pult..klik ... klik..kanaly Tiwi
Where have you been these days? Where is your alibi ?
Not a word about love ... more
After all, I'm sick of you for a long time
And do not find peace ...
In an empty room echo
I remember laughing
I remember your tears
I remember those fun
White magic sleepless nights
I drew in the sky you like on paper
Star melted , and I was drowning in your eyes
And the whole world for the two of us
Breath waiting for a meeting , weaving a cocoon
And only your palms I was not beaten shock
Then there was something gentle whisper ..
Asked to repeat , but time does not stop
I'm sorry , I promise to keep
Remnants of our old with you
Gentle, carefully

On a request - wilt thou comfort sinful soul
On a mole - sing me a lullaby
I'll have all the birds silenced
If only you were gentle with me , as before
 
Krec - Your tenderness ... Assai and ice melts softly circling slow dance Take me in May or come up with a name you I invented ( E. Uskov )