Текст песни Бостриков М. - Каждый вечер

The second day there is snow,
Fasters the wind in the face.
The city accelerates his run,
And I see the tram ring.
Everything is fine: there is shelter, overnight and table.
But every evening we play our rock and roll again and again.

Every day the same thing:
Rutin, work, tram again.
But somewhere you can go.
And I'm waiting for you so much, you know it.
I know for sure that I found you.
And this evening I only play your rock and roll for you.

Turn the key and turn on the light;
Down shoes with tired feet.
For a cup of tea I'm looking for an answer
And then the phone call is distributed.
The stool in the kitchen is our throne.
And here every evening we play our rock and roll again.