Krec feat. Смоки Мо - Ольга Петровна
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In these eyes, his whole life,
All dreams ...
From the windows of old houses you can see narrow eye clots,
Shit for the last time
She will see a place
Where will leave childhood
Ran away from rain on sidewalks wet,
Closing the armpit Tomik Nabokova,
Baby girl, girl, woman ...
Old age came unnoticed
While I was trying to creakily from the wind ...

Breaks old men cough,
Succeed in a dream and only
Crexter me widow Olga,
And not Mila weather already,
In dusty, plunge
Told the walls
Where are you calling ...
Saw God, saw blood on his palms,
Whispered to me the old lady in the coat,
Wait for grandchildren an apartment ...
Newlyweds added potassium cyanide into decanters ...
This smells of ginger spring ...
Spring melts in front of
And now autumn places,
Too thin walls
Too weak light ...
How many years have passed ...
We are the shadow of these years ...
Punches of whip ...
This heart knocks
Like that melody
Casual passers-by
Warm the rustle plate ...
And nothing more expensive there are no old pictures ...
Where is the stalker who will spend it in the depths of memory
Return back, in the year
She wanted to return to innocence ...
Day after day
Killing this pain, something like morphine,
Under the lampshade of the letter, native distant ...
"Hello, Mom ..." - Granite strings,
Footnotes and something about eternal memory there
We do not stop the ice that melts,
No, do not repeat ...
And do not try to play with it,
Do you remember last time?
You will continue to know ...
When your grandson shouted,
I do not remember who was with him
And you told, he can not be like this ...
No, cluster eyes
And show your palm,
She will tell us the history of the years
Melts for him another,
There are no irreplaceable, no indispensable! ..

In the morning, at eight in the morning,
Everyone gets to work or study
All your affairs
Only she despite pain in the body,
Gets up with bed moving barely
Going to the tunnel, or in the church ...
There you can see her
In any day of the week ...
Elderly lady at the gate of the temple
Stands with outstretched hand
Her life drama
Non-healing wound in the heart
After all, she survived those who called her "Mom" ...
Monthly days stretches gray gamma
Falls late, then gets up early
Olga in the park at the fountain,
Where the couples are circling in the rhythm of the old tango,
Smoothly on the Alley of Loves in the shadow of the old Cle
Completely old, completely gray ...

Olga Petrovna washes the floors and marble walls,
I am sure that her money ate the system,
Remembers Stalin with tears ...
Sometimes a custodiated jacket is wearing medals,
But now everything is sold,
Somehow money is donated to children,
"Everything is stolen ..." - screaming Olga Petrovna,
In empty rooms communal
Semi-people spit on the floor,
Seryozha hates dad ...
It shouts that he will give a son in the shelter, wife Irina:
"Remember, I picked you up in shit!
Now on my neck you, your geek,
And your mother is an old bitch ... "
Seryoga ceased to look from this ad, there was no exit
No, there was no tears,
Just gained gray hair
On the heads of the old woman, the hungry, eternal widows are gray ...
Nursing guides on the weekend ...