Текст песни PoTuStoronu - Блюз

Turn off the lights in the apartment, the phone mode off,
Soviet unfinished bottle - 2 Fougeres
The silence is interrupted by a rare whisper words
On the table, a cigarette butt burns, locked the door
And outside the wind plucked trees
The sun had long lodged in another overload,
But in the small room as if time stood still
And to repeat a heartbeat pours the blues
You know, I'm not chasing the ideal of
I'm not in a rush to sleep with you under one blanket
This is not fiction about love which weave
Hardly someone in power to express all our nights in the book
Bodies covered with sweat, rapid breathing
Moaning solo in unison with a low growl
And I do not need a parish with hints of nirvana
I need only to you on the couch unfolded

There, they did not couple, there
And it is hardly love each other
Just chasing their lives in a closed circle
In the first knock on the first call
They run to be here as soon as possible
Without talking about matters they hardly interesting
While she made the tea, he collapsed into a chair
And there was silence, and only the wind the window
Will pounding and watch this movie
Heart accelerate breathing quickened
After half an hour the temperature will be here +30
Nail to the blood, not of anger, not for love
In a fit of passion unchecked
In the meantime, he turns off his cell phone
Puts out a cigarette, puts on 9 Service
She lights a candle in a glass Juice
Turn off the lights and start the blues ...