Текст песни Новиков Александр - Медсестричка

Nurse - decoration of the infirmary
She sang songs, ringing needles.
And mine seemed to be everything.
And mine seemed to be sung.
And she alone believed in me.

And it was not a disease that tormented me, and not a wound.
A reality that has not sprouted in memory.
Not jailbreak.
Not impregnated guards.
And her big kind eyes.

Tomorrow is summer. However, the same as autumn,
Washes the roof of the infirmary palace.
I'm up to the first chick
I really wanted to hold out
That, wingless, bawl endlessly.

And do not lead me into my soul, not stories,
And not stories about someone else's and yours.
Not guitar frets
no omens and no evil eye,
And her big kind eyes.

Fluff flies off in the sky - on blue white.
I will mark it in the windows like a kid.
In the morning, not one
I have never sung before.
A chick sang for everyone and flew out.

Tomorrow is summer, tomorrow is a resounding carriage
Will slam the door and fire me.
Nurse, my angel,
infirmary decoration,
Sing me your song over my shoulder.