Текст песни Светлана Сурганова и Оркестр - Вот так нескладно, в полголоса

So awkward in a low voice
nothing to ask you.
Only if possible, a little
sit quietly beside me.
Without attachment to yourself & quot; care & quot;
and the word to you & quot; can not & quot;
I wander chilled cub
malachite green in the day.
What a pity that in life there is no demand
with those who can fly.
What a pity that there is no request
to those who wait.

Rhythm has the right to ripple
say that there is no change.
But it is unlikely in the keyhole
You see the world as it is.
And complexity is the fact that you were.
And the complexity of all that you have -
my madness and impotence
next to those who will sing
all my life, and maybe more.
And if suddenly asked my friend:
& Quot; Baby, you were happy? & Quot; -
My answer is: & quot; Maybe
and more than a hundred around & quot ;.

So awkward, in a low voice
Me sometimes say:
& Quot; It is not necessary as often invade someone else's
Consciousness with the word & quot; love! & quot;