Текст песни Анна Кулик - Мальчик

On the phone seven missed calls
And five duty phrases are always ready.
He goes again every day with a new one -
He has no matter to your poems.
What to hell? After all, in the chest
Not a heart, but a motor for pumping.
"What do they worry, earthenware?
I do not like - dressed and leave. "
She did not differ from others:
He seemed cute, but not more.
But here, without obeying his will,
The motor suddenly stuffed ... and quiet.
And in silence, swinging windows,
The night flew through silver tulle ...
Through the smoke of fires in the house watched July,
Imaginary in the heart of new fibers.
She went away in twelve days.
And he called: "Where did you disappear?"
"Sorry, I was bored with you.
Found with whom there will be fun. "
He realized that the era of change
I returned everything, giggling gloating ...

Slides on the wall in a blank parade
The boy killed by grief is a mannequin ...