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И до утра,
Опять не будет спать,
И будет вспоминать,
Опять не будет спать.
И до утра,
Опять не будет спать,
И будет вспоминать,
Опять не будет спать.
1.Утро,
И снова на работу рано,
В голове бардак,
Он еще немного пьяный.
Допьет вино из вчерашнего бокала,
Поставит Басту, чтоб ничего не напрягало.
И просидит так молча два часа на кухне,
О чем-то думает,
Уже с утра не в духе.
Опоздает на работу как обычно,
И это вошло походу в привычку.
Да, веселая была неделя,
Голова гудит с жуткого похмелья,
И соседи дико напрягают
Кто-то,что-то за стенкой выясняет.
Была б она рядом - было б всё по-другому,
А теперь он просто для нее знакомый!
Да, вот так бывает...
Только он ее никак не забывает...
пр:
И до утра,
Опять не будет спать,
И будет вспоминать,
Опять не будет спать.
И до утра,
Опять не будет спать,
И будет вспоминать,
Опять не будет спать.
и до утра...
и до утра...
да, время видимо не лечит,
только грусти больше прибавляет.
пишет письма в личку каждый день ей,
а она их даже не читает.
изменилась, просто повзрослела
у нее всё есть, что так хотела:
за границей частенько отдыхает,
про него теперь не вспоминает.
совсем недавно всё было по-другому:
в осеннем парке гуляли два влюбленных,
всю ночь бродили по брошенным кварталам,
прощались три часа возле жд вокзала
осталось все простым теперь воспоминанием.
уехал кто куда
живут на расстоянии,
но иногда как раньше звонит ей на домашний
и говорит: "прости, но я скучаю, Даша"
и до утра
опять не будет спать
и будет вспоминать
опять не будет спать
и до утра
опять не будет спать
и будет вспоминать
опять не будет спать
And until the morning,
Will not sleep again
And he will remember
He will not sleep again.
And until the morning,
Will not sleep again
And he will remember
He will not sleep again.
1.Mo,
And again to work early
In the head of the mess,
He is a little drunk.
He will get wine from yesterday's glass,
Put the Basta so that nothing strains.
And he will sit so silently for two hours in the kitchen,
Thinking about something
Already in the morning out of sorts.
Late for work as usual,
And this came into a habit.
Yes, it was funny,
The head is buzzing with a terrible hangover,
And the neighbors are wildly annoying
Someone finds something behind the wall.
It would be nearby - everything would be different,
And now he is just familiar to her!
Yes, it happens ...
Only he does not forget her in any way ...
etc:
And until the morning,
Will not sleep again
And he will remember
He will not sleep again.
And until the morning,
Will not sleep again
And he will remember
He will not sleep again.
And until the morning ...
And until the morning ...
yes, time apparently does not heal,
Only more is more added.
writes letters in a personal every day to her,
And she doesn't even read them.
changed, just matured
She has everything that she wanted so much:
abroad often rests,
He does not remember about him now.
More recently, everything was different:
Two lovers walked in the autumn park,
We wandered around the abandoned quarters all night,
Farewells for three hours near the railway station
It remains all the simple memory now.
Who went where
live at a distance,
But sometimes it used to call her home
And he says: "I'm sorry, but I miss Dasha"
And until the morning
will not sleep again
And he will remember
will not sleep again
And until the morning
will not sleep again
And he will remember
will not sleep again
Will not sleep again
And he will remember
He will not sleep again.
And until the morning,
Will not sleep again
And he will remember
He will not sleep again.
1.Mo,
And again to work early
In the head of the mess,
He is a little drunk.
He will get wine from yesterday's glass,
Put the Basta so that nothing strains.
And he will sit so silently for two hours in the kitchen,
Thinking about something
Already in the morning out of sorts.
Late for work as usual,
And this came into a habit.
Yes, it was funny,
The head is buzzing with a terrible hangover,
And the neighbors are wildly annoying
Someone finds something behind the wall.
It would be nearby - everything would be different,
And now he is just familiar to her!
Yes, it happens ...
Only he does not forget her in any way ...
etc:
And until the morning,
Will not sleep again
And he will remember
He will not sleep again.
And until the morning,
Will not sleep again
And he will remember
He will not sleep again.
And until the morning ...
And until the morning ...
yes, time apparently does not heal,
Only more is more added.
writes letters in a personal every day to her,
And she doesn't even read them.
changed, just matured
She has everything that she wanted so much:
abroad often rests,
He does not remember about him now.
More recently, everything was different:
Two lovers walked in the autumn park,
We wandered around the abandoned quarters all night,
Farewells for three hours near the railway station
It remains all the simple memory now.
Who went where
live at a distance,
But sometimes it used to call her home
And he says: "I'm sorry, but I miss Dasha"
And until the morning
will not sleep again
And he will remember
will not sleep again
And until the morning
will not sleep again
And he will remember
will not sleep again