Текст песни Александр Литвинов - Ничего не случилось

But nothing happened!

Nothing happened, we again in torn jeans.
I heard a war, or saw in square dampness,
Or she is in the cells of poncho. But nothing happened!
How this is not new! I continue to desire to live
Contrary to common sense ...
And what to take, scream strand of the hair of Indian mummies
And to go back, in the vertical fields of distant consolations.
Ah, in summary of the temper the temptation
Relieve a forgotten spell
And lure fragrant tea in the welcome captivity,
And to peel forever with the chains of my love
And travelers on the map,
And romantics by the fireplace,
And aliens from neighboring kitchens
With continuous experience of dog life ...