Текст песни Василий К. - Синий плащ

Four in the morning, the end of December
Are you better now? I am writing to find out
Cool New York, but I like to live here
On Clinton Street music warms the whole evening

I hear you're building your little house
Somewhere in the desert
Look into your blog, the pair of lines
The Meaning of Life

And Jane that came home at dawn
And the lock of hair you gave her
At night, when the step should have been made
Oh, you're able to move?

The last time we saw you, you looked over
I was torn at the shoulder all your famous blue raincoat
There, at the station, the train every meeting
But without Lili Marlene returning home

It was just you rip this sheet
Above your head
It was just her and go back
draw wife

Here again, I see you there with a rose in his teeth
Thief, Roma ... and no fear
Here's another: Jane woke up and sends
You own greetings

So what am I to tell you, my brother, the killer
What you have not heard
Only that I miss and what I forgive
That's my way - glad you're here standing

If you want to go - there is a Jane
There I
Well, when your enemy is sleeping
She's all yours

Yes, and I thank you for the longing that you took
Away from her eyes
I thought, it is there forever, and have not tried it myself
Never