Текст песни Александр Шевченко - Золушка

Blood in the head, devil in the rib
From fire to fire, a cloak in the wind, the hum of the subway
Not finding the strength to remain alone
In the tunnel of love, feel along the walls
She runs away from home in the evenings.

On the eighth floor of the capital's apartments
Her commander lives modestly
And a vase of flowers, amazing look
Three times a month, two years in a row
She runs away from home, she runs away from home in the evenings.

Oh white smoke of blond hair
Copper surf of girlish dreams
Sad fire of dying candles
The timid calm of gentle shoulders.

Coffee-cognac, liqueur-chocolate
Plush blanket, dressing gown
Crystal candles, delightful dream
Yes, three times a month he is terribly in love.
And she runs away from home for two years in a row.

At midnight a taxi kiss
In the room cinderella
Call when you can come
Night, night ...
Husband, daughter ...
She runs away from home in the evenings