Текст песни Антон Духовской - Галич - Номера

Blizzard leaves on the porch nailed,
Stupid Raven flew under the window
And cares for me numbers
Phones that were silent for a long time.

As if they were moved in the Molle Pole,
As if stuck over the fire ax -
Come to life in silence voices
Phones of pre-war pores.

And suddenly the circumference,
Shepels mischievous whisper:
- Five to thirteen-forty three, is that you?
Exactly eight come to the rink!

Dance check marks on the snow,
The wind becomes knocking on the run.
Exactly at eight I can't come ...
And I can't come to nine!

You are not breathing in vain,
On an abandoned rink is not a soul,
And long ago, already "running"
I gave an old woman for pennies.

And I really say not with you,
And with a passing phone.
I order:
- Give a hangup!
I beg:
- Quick, hang up!

But sad from the night darkness,
How hope
And reproach
And the result:
- Five to thirteen-forty three, is that you?
Exactly eight come to the rink!