Екатерина Болдырева - Час
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P-in 1: He will call in an hour
He'll call in an hour, but here's the problem
There could be a flood in this hour
Water will pour down on us from the sky

He'll call in an hour
He will call, but in this huge hour
Fire can come and go to hell
Burn out all of us

1. In this hour I can prick my finger
I might accidentally prick my finger
And forever, forever die
from blood poisoning in an hour, an hour
I can get you a photo album
Open his photo album
See how handsome he is, go crazy
and become a complete fool in an hour, an hour

I can cause trouble for my bandit neighbors
blasting Pink Floyd at full volume
They'll come with a gun -
oh, what will happen here in an hour, an hour
I can just sit here and wait
just sit and wait
Chewing on a battery out of boredom
hour, hour

P-in 1.

2. During this hour he could read his mail
Find a computer, turn it on and read mail
Write to everyone with an answer and to me
no hello, of course, in an hour, an hour
Or I could go out into the heat and buy beer
Go under the umbrellas and order a beer
And meet a cute girl
or maybe not very much, in an hour, an hour

In an hour he could do a thousand push-ups
if only I were a little stronger
Why tyrannize yourself in vain?
Stupid thing for an hour, an hour

Or you could take it and come to me
just come to me
We could find something to do

P-v 2: He will call in an hour
He'll call in an hour, but here's the problem
I won't be at home where it's boring
I won't come back here today

He'll call in an hour
He will call, but in this short hour
We're a few years late
And he will say: Here you go
Here's one, one, Rastafari Jah