Krec - Ольга
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Chorus
In these eyes, her whole life, all dreams.
From windows of old houses you can see
Narrow smoke eyes
Spirring, last time
She will see a place
Where will leave childhood.
Ran away from rain on sidewalks wet,
Closed under the mouse Tomik Nabokov.
Child, girl, woman ... old age has come unnoticed
While the moorings creaked from the wind.

Assai:
"Breaks old men cough, delta in a dream, and only," -
Kryakhtel me widow Olga.
She did not Mila the weather already. In the dusty, plunge room in the walls:
"Where are you calling?"
"I saw God, I saw the blood on his palms," -
I whispered to me the old lady in the coat.
Taught grandchildren apartment -
Newlyweds added potassium cyanide into decanters.
It smells like ginger, and in dreams.
Spring melts in front -
And now autumn places.
Too thin walls, too weak light.
So many years have passed. We are the shadow of these years.
Blows of whip - this heart knocks.
So the melody, whisper of random 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, will return back in the year?
She wanted to return to innocence,
Day, after day, killing this pain something like Morphine.
Under the launch of the letter to the native, far away.
"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 so."
No, cluster eyes and show your palm:
She will tell us the history of the years.
Melting a year behind him.
There are no indispensable. There are no indispensable.

Chorus
In these eyes, her whole life, all dreams.
From windows of old houses you can see
Narrow smoke eyes
Shit for the last time
She will see a place
Where will leave childhood.
Ran away from rain on sidewalks wet,
Closed under the mouse Tomik Nabokov.
Child, girl, woman ... old age has come unnoticed
While the moorings creaked from the wind.

FUUZ:
Wednesday. Eight in the morning. Everyone gets to work or study.
All your affairs
Only she,
Despite pain in the body
Rises from bed
Moving barely
It goes to tunnels or to 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.
Unknown wound.
In heart,
After all, she survived those
Who called her mom.
One-day days stretches gray gamma.
It lies late, then gets up early.
A train. In the park, at the fountain,
Where pairs are circling in the rhythm of old tango
Smoothly,
On the Alley of Lovers.
In the shadow of the old maple,
At all old, very gray.

Chorus
In these eyes, her whole life, all dreams.
From windows of old houses you can see
Narrow smoke eyes
Shit for the last time
She will see a place
Where will leave childhood.
Ran away from rain on sidewalks wet,
Closed under the mouse Tomik Nabokov.
Child, girl, woman ... old age has come unnoticed
While the moorings creaked from the wind.

Smoky Mo:
Olga Petrovna washes the floors and marble walls,
I am sure that her money ate her system,
Remembers Stalin with tears,
Sometimes wearing a custodial jacket with medals.
"But now everything sold somehow, money is given to children, everything is stolen!" -
Screaming Olga Petrovna.
In the empty rooms of the semi-sufficiency communion spit on the floor.
Seryozha hates dad.
He shouts that he will surrender his son in the shelter, Irina wife.
"Remember, I picked you up in shit.
Now on my neck you, your geek and your mother, old s.ka "
Serega stopped looking for.
"There was no exit from this hell?" - "Not"
There was no tears, just gained gray hair on the heads of the old woman,
Hungry, eternal widows, gray-haired, nursing rewards at the weekend