Текст песни Арсен Мірзоян - Вагітні майбутнім

Prove that the news is the last -
An unbridled desire for rumors.
And the handset drops down,
And instead of talking through - heavy beeps.
I do not exaggerate and spoil my mood,
And the night will not refuse to search the streets of riddles ...

Refrain:
Night falls on the city
Bright colors of evening dresses.
Cigarette smoke, grunts, broken dishes,
The wounded world of our kitchens.
This night is a challenge of prose,
This rain is her tears in the light of the DPS headlights.
Perfect weekdays, pregnant for the future
Already weighed without scales.
Girl's secrets, under the clarinet solo
Jazz Month Comes,
And we are not yet a couple and I will soon
I'll tell him about us.

Your portrait is printed by newspapers,
Annoying and where is her secret?
Do you still mention me?
Am I gone? .. New story
Throw in the phone, tell her everything,
Because the night will not refuse to search the streets for riddles ...

Refrain