Текст песни Аполлинария Батюшкина - Печаль со льдом

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Beats are entrusted to my fingers.
Songs are entrusted to my fingers.
But just not many people hear.
Just not many together.

To lonely hearts, it is clear to us in practice
The fact that the stars do not fall from the sky for happiness.
Lonely, maybe we'll drink together
A glass of sweet sorrow with ice.

The black sky is covered with freckles.
At the entrance, someone unscrewed the lamps again.
On the fifth landing from the stairs to the left
A drunk girl is hugged by a guy.
It's just that autumn is so, so cold
And the lips are hot ... so hot!
And we are in lonely apartments unheated
We warm our palms on a boiling kettle.

To lonely hearts, it is clear to us in practice
The fact that the stars do not fall from the sky for happiness.
Lonely, maybe we'll have a drink together
A glass of sweet sorrow with ice.

The clouds sleep quietly on the cleared roofs
People with windows catch patterns and shadows.
People sleep and in a dream they hear the steps of autumn,
And only two weeks before the new year.
In lights and blizzards over the city somewhere
Lonely souls find each other.
Only we wake up in different beds
Alarm clocks ringing, not kisses.

To lonely hearts, it is clear to us in practice
The fact that the stars do not fall from the sky for happiness.
Lonely, maybe we'll drink together
A glass of sweet sorrow with ice.

Apollinaria Batyushkina (c)