Текст песни Сергей Локтин - Когда горят глаза

I'll write you a lot more verses,
And they all of course for you.
After all, the soul of my damn you're sunk,
I'm under the overcast morning of October.
When I soaked through my jacket,
From the grayness of houses, lives inside the spleen.
And often it hurts a lousy cold,
Which I'm just the day before yesterday.
You must excuse me, I just rolled up,
Patrols, vanity. You just sorry.
And the feelings I'm not so admitted,
But I'm not a coward, so you need to. You must understand.
I'll call you, and will cast up a dial tone,
My words ended abruptly.
Are you naive fall asleep without my call,
Cover up quietly to your camera roll.