Текст песни Грассмейстер - Телефон

I met you at a birthday party with friends,
We were both in torn sneakers and Fennec to the elbows,
His smile you instantly dispelled my sorrow,
Having said that, the text "The Rolling Stones" you know everything by heart.
And you told me, leaving an unequivocal opinion,
What is your phone starts at 350 ...

We danced rock 'n' roll, and I fell in love crazy
In your some simple fun and an icon with the letter "A"
Seven magic numbers I wrote down on a hand
And passed out on the sofa wearing glasses and a jacket ...
And when he came dehydrated hangover hell
With palm erased all the digits except for "350".

And ten days without you dragged like a decade,
My sausage from the thought that you were not around.
I called around to all those friends who might know thee;
I roam the streets, hoping to find you;
Shivering from the west wind, I thought who is to blame,
As the phone starts at 350 ?!

I myself clambered all parties, but you have not found,
And then I wrote a groovy rock 'n' roll.
But that same evening at the entrance boring [???]
I had a friend a stranger subdued at the moment,
Now we have to rewrite the verses word ...
After her number starts at 232!