Текст песни Катя Олива - Градусник

The thermometer will never frown, and never dies from the heat
I do not know what it is writing, but I really want to write about hands
My fingers flaw without yours, my palms sweat when the nerves give out
And thoughts give you away. If you dial in Yandex "what she thinks about
then he will give me me. And you will understand what I think only about you
I would really like to learn how to feel only one temperature
indifferent, but it does not work in any way: then in the heat, then in the cold
After all, agree, it would be easier. no one worries anyone
First of all, I would not be disturbed by your actions
Your words, and even your hands. And so I am hiding from the wind
Kind in a scarf and sometimes it is stronger near the radiator
But you do wonders. When you come - I'm stripping
And I get warm. intrachno all yours - take
And then you leave again. Where is it indifferent?
Why is it cold again? The thermometer will never frown
Even if on the street -30. Mile, yesterday I watched the temperature outside the window
And accidentally broke a thermometer. I understood so much
I want to feel any temperature of life,
Just do not break the heart ...