Марина Сомова - Листки Календаря
текст песни

Calendar,
I look at you
I'll cross out with a pen
All February.
And all the winter days
That they tear me into pieces,
That they tear me into pieces.
Chorus: I'm calendar sheets,
And all the frosts of February
On the tram tracks -
I'll throw it just from longing
I will tear the leaflets from the calendar,
I disappear without you
I count the days endlessly
And I die from longing
second person: calendar,
How many days
And sleepless nights
Without your favorite eyes
All these winter days
That they torn me into pieces -
I forgot them in spite of everything ...