Текст песни Марина Кравец - Ты не звонишь

You do not call
And I waited
And crying paraffin candle on the carpet
You do not call
In my heart the sorrow
And from the salty tears became bitter sweet tea

You do not call
In the soul winter
The very smoke in the living room, and snore itself
Remind Me
Old antifreeze
How to thaw meat in it together

Well Call
Well Call
Without you as a guitar fretboard without
Catastrophically
Does not matter
Does not matter
Torn to shreds of hope not to gather in one
Anyway, do you hear, anyway
The broken pieces of glass in the window is not collected
Chopped into pieces the trees are not collected in a timber
Eroded not eaten sweater to wear to the cinema
And all because you have not called me