Текст песни Владимир Марусов - Звонок

Vladimir Marusov
"Call"

We call each other to leave a message,
On electrical waves exchange their communication.
Alive we probably will not meet anymore
We are very rarely announcing the angels, more often - bent.
I want to get drunk, but I'm going to meet again,
You will have fun, and that I will not notice.
Knock on the door, and from there hear this nonsense:
What was between us and what is from nowhere.
Then fall asleep for many years and in this side of the ticket
Buy to stay, there, at the station, part with you.
Do not try to look like a crowd of stupid passersby,
And, cutting the skin, turn out its soul outward.
And then I see, that everything is in vain,
Friends appeared on my eyelashes.
Blood from my hands will remain red,
Sky above us will remain blue!