Текст песни Диана Арбенина и Ночные снайперы - До остановки трамвая, звенящего на бегу

The newspapers wrote that you're leaving
That the flight is not canceled that flight is not postponed .
Some people around you ,
And closer than they were no longer possible .
In the beautiful magazines believe dotted
And I'm up to the apartment - the evening somersault.
And the curve of the lips, and the coffee disgusting .
And a new morning and a new & quot; no & quot ;. you
I'm on the pavement Walking the Streets
With those who can not save .
To tram ,
Ringing on the run .

The papers that you are an idiot,
To blame the damn vodka .
Foul language and do not write songs .
You are surrounded not people, and mouse .

In the beautiful magazines believe dotted lines -
This is not even invented on purpose.
And every night I crawl to the apartment .
And closer than they were no longer possible .

I'm on the pavement Walking the Streets
With those who can not save .
To tram ,
Ringing on the run .

I'm on the pavement Walking the Streets
With those who can not save .
To tram ,
Ringing on the run .