Текст песни Алексей Хромов, Алена Рачкулик - В канун Рождества

Author - Alexey Khromov
Arrangement piano - Alain Rachkulik
Picture - Basil Kosharich

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On Christmas Eve, she lost her memory.
She kissed quite a strange guy.
Her phone was full of other people's names.
No color or style is not like going to her.

Her doctor prescribed a month of bed mode,
Walking for hours, to observe the separate diet.
But she lie? After all, if you have forgotten it,
You keep one and nothing can.

The fourth floor, no elevator and entrance arch,
Taxi crew of some well-known brands.
Six months on the road - railway stations, airports.
But it is not locked. And the memory still erased.

And that behind? Excitement, neither shadow of fear.
For the world as a color! There is something to groan and gasp!
She had the smell of roads pleasant taste and bright.
By a threshold, and all that is to come - a gift.

So, in December, not in January, it does not matter
Having your portrait in a newspaper, paper,
Write a letter - Who is looking for? Sister you? Brother it?
Coming home ... probably ... later ... hardly ...

August 2010 - September 2014