Текст песни Александр Балыков - Полчаса

Why did you, that it was said to me in vain,
What is this the fault of the weather of December.
I froze your thought pattern on glass,
Why are you telling me aloud?

Whatever was around, I know that spring will come,
Seven roads and three paths are drawn in dreams.

Chorus:
But even if you do not want, do the output,
Somewhere in half an hour, the light shielding you.
And somewhere behind the window the sun will begin to write
Something about the two of us ... Half an hour. Half an hour!

Forgotten frozen silence in the eyes -
They do not know the words, but they can tell
A story that could not be saved;
Capable still wither through.

Whatever was around, I know that spring will come,
Seven roads and three paths are drawn in dreams.

Chorus:
But even if you do not want, do the output,
Somewhere in half an hour, the light shielding you.
And somewhere behind the window the sun will begin to write
Something about the two of us ... Half an hour.

Half an hour!
Half an hour!

Even if you do not want, do the output,
Somewhere in half an hour, the light shielding you.
And somewhere behind the window the sun will begin to write
Something about the two of us ... Half an hour.

But even if you do not want, do the output,
Somewhere in half an hour, the light shielding you.
And somewhere behind the window the sun will begin to write
Something about the two of us ... Half an hour.