Текст песни октябрьское вещание - двадцатьдесять, я скучаю

The sun has the alphabet, and I
For the cosine table Bradis
Like clockwork, on holidays, for couples,
Not the right dance tango,
We do not talk about the achievements and grades, do not,
Not far off is the city where we were diluted by grams, hiding in pairs,
Is temporarily lost there, but not with you,
We both wanted to do but dump somewhere.
Letters written without a destination in heaven we are, but somehow I want to return,
half and lie on the floor, my doctor was crying about what no longer is, I feel sick at sea storm and calm behind the curtains.
Do you remember? We fashioned the world out of clay or dough, childhood, happiness in an envelope