Текст песни Евгений Клячкин - Грустная песня о городских влюбленных

Toshenka said:
& Quot; Darling, I toshnenko ... & quot;
- Well, what will please you? -
Well, go to the front.
(What you will please?)

Cheerless is the way
and we step - like moss.
Someone looking - well, let them!
To hell with them, but with us - God!
(We step - like moss.)

Glass in the trickle of smoke.
Lips - hot ice.
Voice to a whisper:
& Quot; Well, what do you - go here ... & quot;
(Hot Lips ice.)

Fly off to vote,
winds dismal way.
Our time - half an hour,
and we do not turn arrows.
(Sweeps dismal way.)

I said Toshenka:
& Quot; Oh, anyway - I toshnenko! & Quot;
- Well, what will please you?
& Quot; Oh, just not in front! -
Darling, I toshnenko ... & quot;