Текст песни Алена Малинина - Мой мальчик закончил десятый класс

and my boy finished the tenth grade,
from his problems, only three of a quarter,
and his eyes gleam not yet faded.
He knows little about life, much less death.

I Institute, tests, commissioning articles
Entry of new poems and a chronic lack of sleep.
he goes at twelve I write: "dear, sleep"
Matan and decide on which wildly sick.

He tells me that he loves. in fact, he wants to love.
and does not know what love is - a wild pain.
if you like, you can, without pathos, much to forgive.
Polozkova said long ago: carefully "lyubol".

we had different, as if the two banks of the river.
like a Chanel dress and shine of colored rhinestones
I probably love. contrary to all the rules.
I am eighteen. my boy finished the tenth grade.