Текст песни Юлия Боголепова - Тринадцать восьмых

You hear, it's time for me to go home,
The door shut down.
But in reality or in a dream
You will come to me again.
No, you do not need keys -
I just knock on the door.
Let this knock be quiet
And on thirteen eighth.

No, not a mysterious sign ...
It's almost just so ...
This is just a score,
To find out who goes.
They do not understand anything
Not even seven and not five,
Only for us for two
These thirteen eighth.

At night with a full moon
Just come to me
Just touched your hand
Just get squeezed by cheek.
Us how two threads are
Strange, incorrect account
Fragile love white verse -
Our thirteen eighth ...
Our thirteen eighth ...
Our thirteen eighth ...
These thirteen eighth.