Текст песни Сергей Трофимов - 205-16-03

It was like a dream, like the madness of war,
I was injured, wounded, killed,
Instead of exhaling - moan instead of inhaling the spring
The heat of desire and lust for love.

I could not do otherwise in any way,
And in a fit of futile attacks
Above the burned field shot up soon
White flag...

Chorus:
Your number in my mobile phone - 205-16-03,
As the magnet on the refrigerator
Facing & quot; Notre-Dame de Paris & quot ;.

And what it seemed so prohibitively me
Suddenly it became commonplace within
As the magnet on the refrigerator
Facing & quot; Notre-Dame de Paris & quot ;.

Everything happens in a moment, everything happens suddenly
For reasons unknown to us.
CUT cry, opened the circle,
Destiny crammed half.

But snowflake melted in water
Canet all unknown where,
And the Lord will begin to weary first
New day...

Chorus

I do not know what's next,
But while in my head a mess,
Instead of polite hypocrisy
Better just like that.

Chorus

As the magnet on the refrigerator
Facing & quot; Notre-Dame de Paris & quot; ...