Текст песни Silaev on Fire - Мамихлапинатапей

She spared her word
And he passed on to the whole world
On the radio: "Everything is ready
To the war for the damned lyre! "
And hundreds of missiles - regrets
Fell on sleepy roofs.
And the notes were hiding in the inflorescences
Jazz thunderstorms and showers ...
She was wrong by the door
And he didn't miss Wednesdays
And only the azure sky
She knew that he was devoted to her.
And it all started with hello
And from the street under your feet
Two. Some silhouettes
In the world under the clouds.
And nights full of snow
Eating lips with lips
Their crumpled plots
People will quickly add.
She will turn away, tenderly
Touching his palm
And he will hasten to leave,
Forgetting to pay for coffee.
They get lost in traffic
So that God gives them a new address
For a meeting, in a cafe opposite,
To call it "happiness" afterwards.