Текст песни Юрий Шатунов - Твой Дневник

Light has long trades, and on a moment
You take your diary again.
Like someone's sleep all the notebook
You will remember, you will remember.

Every sheet life is your own
Fucking hand, cry in vain.
Long phone does not call
And the soul hurts, and the soul hurts.

Again your diary wet from tears
From naive tears, from naive tears.
You trust all the dreams,
He knows and you, only he and you!

People say anyway
They are not given to them.
Sound a call, he, another
Runs the portfolio will suffer home.

Run sadness, run,
There will be a day and night, all yours.
You do not flatter yourself, nothing,
Call myself, call him.

Again your diary wet from tears
From naive tears, from naive tears.
You trust all the dreams,
He knows and you, only he and you!
Again your diary wet from tears
From naive tears, from naive tears.
You trust all the dreams,
He knows and you, only he and you!