Текст песни Ассаи - Ольга Петровна

Chorus:
In the eyes of her whole life,
All the dreams ...
From the windows of old houses can be seen schёlki narrow eyes,
Squinting in the last time,
She sees a place
Where leave childhood
I am running away from the rain on the wet pavement,
He clutching a volume of Nabokov's armpit,
The child, a girl, a woman ...
Old age came quietly,
While rushed creaked in the wind ...

Dirty:
Breaking old cough,
Uslan yes in a dream and only
Kryhtela me a widow Olga,
And the weather is not nice already,
In the dusty, musty room
Banging on the walls,
Where do you call ...
I Saw God saw the blood on his hands,
I whispered the old lady's coat,
Bequeathed grandchildren apartment ...
Newlyweds added potassium cyanide in carafes ...
This smells of ginger spring ...
Spring melts before our eyes,
And now, the fall in some places,
Too thin walls,
Too little light ...
How many years have passed ...
We shadow of these years ...
Lashes ...
This heart beats,
As is the melody,
Whisper random passers-by,
Warm rustle of the plate ...
And there is nothing more precious than those old images ...
Where a stalker, who will hold it in the depths of memory
Return back to the springtime of the year
She wanted to return to innocence ...
Day after day
Killing the pain, something such as morphine,
Under the shade of writing, distant relatives ...
Hello, Mom ... - granite line
Footnotes, and there is something about the eternal memory,
We do not stop the ice that melts,
No, not again ...
And do not try to play with it,
Do you remember the last time
Will you continue to know ...
When your grandson cried,
I do not remember who was with him,
And you kept saying, it can not be so ...
No, close your eyes
And show his hand,
It tells us the story of past years
It melts year, followed by another,
No one is indispensable, irreplaceable! ..

Chorus:
In the eyes of her whole life,
All the dreams ...
From the windows of old houses can be seen schёlki narrow eyes,
Squinting in the last time,
She sees a place
Where leave childhood
I am running away from the rain on the wet pavement,
He clutching a volume of Nabokov's armpit,
The child, a girl, a woman ...
Old age came quietly,
While rushed creaked in the wind ...

Fyuz:
In the morning, at eight o'clock,
All rise for work or study,
They all have jobs,
As soon as it is through the pain in the body,
He stands up from the bed barely moving
There is in tunnels, or in the church ...
There you can see it
On any day of the week ...
An elderly lady at the gate of the temple
Stands with outstretched hand
Her life drama,
An open wound in the heart,
After all, she survived those who called her mother ...
Monotonous gray days stretching gamma
Lies late, then gets up early
Olga in a park near the fountain,
Where couples are circling in the rhythm of the old tango,
Gently in the alley of lovers in the shade of an old maple
Very old, very gray ...

Chorus:
In the eyes of her whole life,
All the dreams ...
From the windows of old houses can be seen schёlki narrow eyes,
Squinting in the last time,
She sees a place
Where leave childhood
I am running away from the rain on the wet pavement,
He clutching a volume of Nabokov's armpit,
The child, a girl, a woman ...
Old age came quietly,
While rushed creaked in the wind ...

Smokey Mo:
Olga washes floors and marble walls,
I am sure that it ate the money system,
Stalin recalls with tears ...
Sometimes it is zashtopany jacket with medals
But now everything is sold,
Once the money donated to children
All plunder ... - shouted Olga,
The empty rooms of a communal,
Half the people spit on the floor,
Sergei hates dad ...
That screams that will surrender the son to the orphanage, his wife Irina
I remember when I took you in the shit!
Now you are on my neck, your geek
And your mother - old bitch ....
Seryoga stopped looking out of this hell output nebylo
No, there were no tears,
Just added gray hair
On the heads of old women, starving, widows eternal gray ...
Nursing allowed the weekend ...