Текст песни Колос - Лист

It's just you crying over the little things
Outside the window -30 the third night does not sleep
The phone is silent, the Internet is over,
The clock has become ...
It's just you believe these little things
The reason is bigger, and under the skirt
You hide a handwritten letter
But finally he came, I was sent ...

And a broken cup under his feet
And those cheap nerve are tears
And where is the happiness from the children's books where it is
Years fly by and what is it with us
We lived and we live between songs
Collect and throw away (2) broken glass ...

In that letter are you sixteen and Deresh,
And on a shelf in Marquez and King's dust,
The first read aloud of the poem,
Begbeder quotes and pomegranate juice
First love, somewhere from Belarus,
Asuka, rainbows, skype and spring,
The meeting destroys children's illusions,
Zemfira holds. She is always right.

And in that letter, a herbarium of memories
Children's dreams, plans and guesses,
And in that leaf rose petals,
And your little truth .. among the thousands of truths
And in that letter relatives face
And the belief that they will not leave
And the kisses of your lips-roses
And your great truth (3) ...