Текст песни Александр Горелов - Питерские Крыши

She knew how to play
Not only on the strings of the guitar,
From the soul, pulling notes,
And the rain played the symphonies of the roofs behind my back.

Watching down
In drainage pipes
I want to lower my thoughts of desire
Without leaving you anything or a drop of rain.

Chorus
Let the rain try to wash off
Heat of St. Petersburg roofs
Let him be with iron
Louder than me.

2.
Tell them hello.
See what remains
In your phone book numbers
Rewritten by the ambulance numbers.
Rooms,
On which you hear beeps
Without which you no longer breathe
And want to run away from yourself

3.
Well, let...
You can consider yourself
And progress and idiot,
But I can not help me in addition
What for?
These all hasty thoughts
From which losing wings
I will not share the world
On before and after you.

The world divided the calculator of the number,
Sulted two from time ....