Текст песни Арбенин, Фахртдинов - Ассоль и Серый

She chews at dawn
And listens to the Beatles in the morning
She lives on the Internet
On the site "Loneliness.ru".

She loses hours and collects minutes
She lives by some strange clock.
She comes home from work and immediately - to the computer,
She doesn't believe in other miracles.

She abandoned books
And the year does not water the flowers.
Her friends are nicknames:
Virtual dream men.

In the kitchen there is no end of dirty dishes,
And without any consequences the salt is scattered.
But she doesn't give a damn about it, she goes to chats
And he writes letters under the nickname Assol.

She weaves a web
She lies in wait for him.
She is of course blonde
She's not even twenty-one.

She does not tolerate rednecks and does not tolerate lazy people,
She needs the real one that she can find herself.
In her ears - Makarevich, "Secret" and Mityaev,
She doesn't trust other voices.

But in the search engine
Always the same bummer.
What's the use of clicking on a topic
What's the use of remembering the past ...

Thirty-sixth birthday: so homeless
When no one comes and everything is behind.
She gave herself this computer
And life began again at twenty.

Wait, life, don't pass by.
He is here, he is also alone in the network.
They got lost again like children
They cannot break these adult networks.
Set the correct vector
And let the wind blow
His sails
And then he himself.
And may fate do without special effects,
Let him trust in miracles.

When tangled up tight
In the space of electronic snares,
They will miss each other
On the website "Loneliness.net",

She closes the computer and hibernation ends
And outside the window the first piercing snow fell.
And there, on the white snow, a living cursor looms
The man she had long been promised.

The one that differs from her standard only in small -
The two of them speak the same language -
A man in a gray suit and a scarlet tie,
With the bend of a yellow guitar in hand