Текст песни Dee Курцман - Боль и Воронеж

One person 18 years old
Once I bought a ticket for the bus.
Came to the capital and wanders around the city.
Passely by and the wind will sweat his beard.
In the sky of the factory smoke.
Swamp ghosts instead of houses.
All doors are closed, the bus went - you can not catch up.
You thought fate is God and love,
She is pain and Voronezh.

Another girl caught the flow:
Sell ​​an apartment and travels to New York.
Ten years passed, she wanders and wanders around the city.
Passers-by and the wind swears its beard.
You thought life is a birch field,
Candy box for beds from roses
And here it turned out the swamp and you are already sinking.
You thought life is God and love.
She is pain and Voronezh.

Do not look with the shut-up urrorism.
I also left. I know what I'm talking about.
Do not wave me from the pier, as if you bury.
Where I'm not a meal, where not sailing -
I always get to Voronezh.

Someday I will live to the stayed.
Stay with the fate one on one.
With a blank head on the knees
Comlitley Astonzhd.
I know: fate is God and love,
But always choose Voronezh.