Центы
В.Чайка - В.Чайка
Плачет вода на кухне,
Капля за каплей звонко, странно...
Слезы найдут Волгу, а может Оку,
Выпав из крана.
Плачет вода на кухне
В чашки и блюдца громко, часто.
В гнездах своих песен
Я снова хочу плакать от счастья.
Припев:
Наш разговор - центы,
Но не они ценны.
За ночь сгорят лампы.
Ты береги себя, ладно?
Но наш разговор - центы,
Но не они ценны.
За ночь сгорят лампы.
Ты береги себя, ладно?
Плачет вода на кухне,
Веришь - не веришь утром рано
Слезы найдут Волгу, а может Оку,
Выпав из крана.
Плачет вода на кухне.
Сладко ли горько,- четко, мерно.
В струнах моих песен
Мне снова нужны чувства без меры.
Припев:
Наш разговор - центы,
Но не они ценны.
За ночь сгорят лампы.
Ты береги себя, ладно?
Но наш разговор - центы,
Но не они ценны.
За ночь сгорят лампы.
Я задержу тебя,ладно?
Но наш разговор - центы,
Но не они ценны.
За ночь сгорят лампы.
Ты береги себя, ладно?
Но наш разговор - центы,
Но не они ценны.
За ночь сгорят лампы.
Ты береги себя, ладно?
Но наш разговор - центы,
Но не они ценны.
За ночь сгорят лампы.
Ты береги себя, ладно?
Но наш разговор - центы,
Но не они ценны.
За ночь сгорят лампы.
Ты береги себя, ладно?
Но наш разговор - центы,
Но не они ценны.
За ночь сгорят лампы.
Ты береги себя, ладно?
Но наш разговор - центы,
Но не они ценны.
За ночь сгорят лампы.
Я задержу тебя... ладно? Cents
V. Chaika - V. Chaika
Crying water in the kitchen
Drop by drop loudly, strange ...
Tears will find the Volga, or maybe the Oka,
Falling out of the tap.
Crying water in the kitchen
In cups and saucers loudly, often.
In the nests of their songs
I want to cry again with happiness.
Chorus:
Our conversation is cents,
But they are not valuable.
The lamps burn out during the night.
You take care of yourself, okay?
But our conversation is cents,
But they are not valuable.
The lamps burn out during the night.
You take care of yourself, okay?
Crying water in the kitchen
Do you believe - do not believe in the early morning
Tears will find the Volga, or maybe the Oka,
Falling out of the tap.
Crying water in the kitchen.
Is it sweet bitter - clearly, measuredly.
In the strings of my songs
Again I need feelings without measure.
Chorus:
Our conversation is cents,
But they are not valuable.
The lamps burn out during the night.
You take care of yourself, okay?
But our conversation is cents,
But they are not valuable.
The lamps burn out during the night.
I'll hold you back, okay?
But our conversation is cents,
But they are not valuable.
The lamps burn out during the night.
You take care of yourself, okay?
But our conversation is cents,
But they are not valuable.
The lamps burn out during the night.
You take care of yourself, okay?
But our conversation is cents,
But they are not valuable.
The lamps burn out during the night.
You take care of yourself, okay?
But our conversation is cents,
But they are not valuable.
The lamps burn out during the night.
You take care of yourself, okay?
But our conversation is cents,
But they are not valuable.
The lamps burn out during the night.
You take care of yourself, okay?
But our conversation is cents,
But they are not valuable.
The lamps burn out during the night.
I'll hold you ... okay? | |
