Текст песни аНДРЕЙ жАБИН - Один Против Всех

Am, F, G, Am: F, G, Em, Am
12:12 12.12.2001

The man who cries at the window
It could be you, it could be me
It could be him, or maybe she
The man who cries at the window.

The man who cries at the window
Waiting for spring does not know sleep,
But spring has gone to foreign cities,
And he will never return to him.

There was a time - it was announced by the alarm,
These days the devil himself was not happy with him,
And his sincere laughter did not subside,
When he stood alone against all!

The man who cries at the window
His thought is neither light nor dark,
His thoughts are a gray canvas,
He stared blankly out the window.

The man who cries at the window
His life passed unnoticed
And brewed tea is boiling in a saucepan,
For dessert, regret and sorrow.