Текст песни Вячеслав Бутусов и Наутилус Помпилиус - Казанова

If there is no love in your wires
If the voice is cold in your phone
I can understand and I can forgive
I'm calling nowhere I even forgot the number

Yesterday is not today
On soft pillows you cannot drive into eternity
You hang a forgotten shadow on a chair
My presence and wet greetings

Casanova, Casanova - call me that
I like the word
In this city of women seeking old age
I need his blood, I need his prank

Casanova, Casanova - why make it difficult
Simple as that
You are my woman, I am your man
If a reason is needed, then this is a reason.

If your voice is heard yet you are not sleeping
You glow bronze undressed summer
You beckon all the winged in the night
But do not want to warm anyone with this light

Imitating the example of neighboring eyes
You shamefully spying on your own body
But you don't see lead shackles on the hips
Although you can even see black in white

Casanova, Casanova - call me that
I like the word
In this city of women seeking old age
I need his blood, I need his prank

Casanova, Casanova - why make it difficult
Simple as that
You are my woman, I am your man
If a reason is needed, then this is a reason.

Every day will give you ten new worries
And every night will bring wrinkles
Where were you when the raft was being built
For you and for everyone who drifts on an ice floe?