Слова песни тот июнь

Обновлено: 22.11.2024

Твой голос до сих пор в моих ушах
Моя память забывает тебя не спеша
давно тебя не видел и забыл твои глаза
Но первый раз люблю
тогда тебе сказал это правда
в этом никогда не врал правда
в том что забывал все твои слова и навсегда
Забыл твое тепло и на душе прохладно стало
Выпью пару рюмок алкоголя ящик подлости закон
Да я был с тобой вроде как любил,
Но сейчас хочу забыть все эти дни
Только сейчас выбрался из этих пуль
И хочу вернуть тот самый жаркий июль.

Давай забудем тот июль
Его уже не будет
Мы для любви нашли приют,
Увы но в разных людях
И пока в мыслях у тебя,
Значит ещё не умер
Слезы в глазах, чувства каприз падают вниз
Прошу падай мне руки Let's forget the July
It will not be
We love to have taken refuge,
Alas, but in different people
And while in the thoughts you have,
So is not dead
Tears in his eyes, feeling freak fall down
Fall ask my hands

Your voice is still in my ears
My memory forgets you slowly
Have not seen you for a long time and forgot your eyes
But the first time love
then you said it's true
This never lied truth
is that he forgot all your words and for all
Forgot your warmth and your soul has become cool
Drink a couple of glasses of alcohol a box meanness law
Yes I have been with you such as love,
But now I want to forget all these days
Just now got out of bullets
And I want to return the very hot July.

Let's forget the July
It will not be
We love to have taken refuge,
Alas, but in different people
And while in the thoughts you have,
So is not dead
Tears in his eyes, feeling freak fall down
Fall ask my hands

Let us recall that in July ka native
Back to rewind the tape
And for old times' sake,
on the old Arbat sidewalks,
Like when you go through
Your kisses are treated wounds truth
I was glad to see again the summer allowed
And the rain fell I held your palm
I remembered your opinion
And your smile modest
When I heard your voice
Native felt it
And these hot nights in July will not give sleep
We were even on weekdays
Come home in the morning
Just think how much has kept our memory
What a pity that all there in July we had to leave
But that's all gone and your phone is not available
And if it's a dream I do not want to break it
Only now I escaped from these bullets
I want to return to the very hot July.

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