Текст песни ПИТЕР ФМ - СЕРГЕЙ ТРОФИМОВ - Я СКУЧАЮ ПО ТЕБЕ

It would seem, well, bored?
Just seven days of separation
But miss - though wolf howl.

Cooking Mountain - all are not reached
And once again I forgot to water your aloe
Friends call - let mahnёm a barbecue on a summer residence,

And I'm not going, I mile my spleen
As usual mezanstsene days, everything looks different
When one unwittingly pozhivёsh.

Chorus:
I miss you
As the Apostle to the holy torment
I miss you
Here's the thing.

It would seem, well, bored?
It is considered useful
A week of each other to relax

I still try to start living the iron logic
But the logic of love will not push
And our ordinary way of prevailing over the years,

Where has all the vanity
Prevents us hear the cry of the hoary universe
What we do not live and have not followed

Chorus:
I miss you
As desert on snow white
I miss you
What can we do about it?

It would seem, well, bored?
Whole week
And everything will return to normal

Domestic affairs, friends, work at the limit
But all in all, quite an ordinary life
And just seeing the first snow of the capital frowns

And stalls frozen flowers
I remember as a short-lived moment, it will not happen again
And all that is beautiful in it you

Chorus:
I miss you
As podranok on his flock
I miss you
Here's how it happens

I miss you...
I miss you...