Текст песни я бы продал свою память
Обновлено: 06.07.2024
а я бы продал свою память
барменам, офицантам,
уборщицам в забегаловках,
лишь бы не встретить её заново.
осенний ветер встретил меня болью
но не более, на пыльных астоновках
резал душу холодом, с приходом нового автобуса. hello, I came to you,
but you were not at home,
I do not know where you live yet,
I rushed around the city in search of you,
imagined that every house in your district,
that having come to any, at the threshold you will stand
gently kiss the cheek,
take away my lean hands rotten flowers,
but your house was not anywhere on earth,
but there was not even a single earth in space,
and the cosmos was only a black dot,
and this point was in the notebook,
at the end of your poems.
such is,
there was only me, written on the old paper,
and I wanted to go to your house with a letter,
but it did not work out and eventually burned himself in the fireplace,
and eventually burned himself in the fireplace.
but I would have sold my memory
bartenders, officers,
cleaners in eateries,
just not to meet it again.
the autumn wind greeted me with pain
but no more, on dusty Astonovka
cut the soul cold, with the arrival of a new bus.
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