Текст песни миша токарев - Скамейка

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Bench.

We sat on a bench with you
The whole platform buzzed like water from a tap.
He escorted the iron wagons like rails,
Cheeks burned like haystacks in June!

In momentum, the figure fluttered in the interline,
Shoulders grew into faceted jade.
Your fingers are like hooks
Have done so. Whose? I’m your horse!

We sat with you, hugging in the car,
The platform is empty, spray comes from the crane.
We are one whole, as if in a binary paddock,
We rode in rails, under the rail of terrible screeches!