Текст песни Гунина - одна у порога

Circling my head fall,
And my voice now cold.
At exactly eight hours again,
Strong tea is normally not needed.

Only warm slippers and a sweater,
I'm lying in bed, not getting up.
That night went to Peter,
Without waiting for the seventh tram.

Who will tell me whether my dear?
Why lit cigarette?
I sit alone in the doorway,
Because I do not have patience.

You wait? No, he will dream again,
I sit on his heels at home.
He's probably mad,
My trembling he did not know.

You circling tender hugs,
Well, I'm freezing in the bed,
With my mouth I will not hear the curses,
What once was ill inappropriate