Текст песни Дима Вустерширский - Последний День Декабря

I read poetry,
On the table is cold tea,
And at the heart of sadness
And a little after midnight.

Calls,
Carrying away into the distance -
Relationship part.
And the threshold of winter.

And there,
Where are you, summer-heat,
On the airwaves flowed,
Nothing left.

To you
My heart laid down,
And forever
Left.

P.S. Grab a calendar sheet,
 And through the oceans and seas,
 On the last day of December
 I'll be forever, my love.

At midnight
All the laws are,
And your resolved,
And in my answer.

help
We are with you
moon silhouettes
And feel somewhere.

Notes,
If you can, call,
And erase the words
Distances fatigue.

To you
My heart laid down,
And forever
Left.

(C) Dima Worcestershire