Текст песни BANGA JAZZ - Телефонное молчанье

Telephone silence
As a bad omen.
So silent and sad
You stayed in the past somewhere.

Streets nervous breathing
Indian summer is dying
And there is no desire to admit
That now you are in the past somewhere

Unsent letters
Non-accidental children.
I'll get used to this thought
That now you are in the past somewhere

Telephone silence
As a bad omen
So silent and sad
You stayed in the past somewhere

You stayed in the past somewhere
You stayed in the past somewhere
You are in the past ...
You stayed ... forever.

Words - Maria Bikova