Текст песни Сергей Бабкин - Я буду по тебе скучать..

Already the wheels knocking, accompany its
I'll miss you,
But no one knows of my words
The yellowed sheet without beginning or end,
I stood and smoked and watched the tail
How do you give me something to scream.

Exhaled heat like sewers,
How much water would have flowed
I will always remember your hands.
It is useless to run somewhere
Or live or about not regretting anything
It is better to fall in the snow and lie
Harder is not sick.

Fly years as a white-winged flocks
I do not ever return
All that I have left you.
Covers the bark, legs entwined in the roots.
I remember parts at times,
A whole can not remember, I remember.

Past columns, hence it was,
More memory is not shrunk or dried up power.
Past columns, hence it was,
More memory is not shrunk or dried up power.
Past columns, hence it was,
More memory is not shrunk or dried up power.
Past columns, hence it was,
More memory is not shrunk or dried up power.