Текст песни Пилот - Горько

I waited for you all night,
Scribbles on a sheet,
I smoked the ceiling
And he came to simplicity.
I poured myself a glass,
I drank it.
And he smiled to himself
And not waiting for anyone.
And I was sad!

Bitterly!

My thoughts are like water,
The water flowing from the roof.
And I feel you
And it does not win.
Your lips are kind,
Your fingers are evil
As in one of our meeting
On the tip of the needle
Where we were sad!

Bitterly!

And heavenly Russia
There Bashkortostan heaven!
There, in heaven Ufa
I was probably drunk.
Where folk hero
Flies on the heavenly horse
There, in heaven new building
You come to me,
And you and I bitterly!

Bitterly!

Do not think a girl,
I have not forgotten anything!
Everything will be faster
Everything will be better than I was talking about!
My thoughts - such as water,
The water flowing from the roof!
Do not trust who says & quot; bitter! & Quot ;,
It is sweet, baby ...
When the cry & quot; bitter! & Quot;