Денис Розов - Песня о чём-то другом
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Song about something else

Thousands of thousands of books.
The smell of gooseberries
You are alone in this room
July evening
And five out of twelve are waiting
When you make them sing
Touching the hand.
And the words are already falling on the clean sheet
And you freeze
As if you are afraid to frighten them off ...

Thousands of thousands of books
Thousands of different dreams are watching
There is behind the glass
Any of them can become a reality
and the berries fall down
From open palms
And it seems that you have already seen all this
In one of those films,
Where your childhood still lives ...

And somewhere there on the ring
The last tram
Sadly calls the bell,
But you don't hear

And so he started off
And for some reason the heart is in the chest
so anxiously knocking
And in front of your tears

It’s so easy to be silent about this
And it is always so difficult to sing about this,
So how do not try -
Your song will be about something else

Let go of the last tram
Let it dissolve in the greens of the leaves
And don't look at him in the next

You are alone in this room
July evening
The smell of gooseberries
You are alone in this room ...

Thousands of thousands of books ...