Текст песни Земфира - 07. Я полюбила вас

Slowly, right gas sailed over the tired room, not assigneling, those that you are unlikely to remember. Sneorical pulse fought, thoughts seemed naked, out of the pistol, sadness was worried about the stitching lifted down, the wipers swear, I chose life, standing on the windowsill. In the morning sleeping hour, an hour, when everything melted, I loved you, Marina Tsvetaeva.