Текст песни Настя Полева - Старинная

Random meetings sad fate
Eyes to avoid watches handcuff
Slide on razor phrases without remembering promises
And throw a whole heap of spells in atlas

Oh friend, it's still love
That in the chest gives loneliness knock
Oh, a friend, only I find out
I'm in the struggle of woven hands

Hoarse voice, tenderness of fingers
The last light between squeezing
Indian strong tea in two cups cools
And the door on the boss night itself closes

Oh friend, it's still love
That in the chest gives loneliness knock
Oh, a friend, only I find out
I'm in the struggle of woven hands