Текст песни ПЕТЛЮРА - Их не зовут

They do not call, they come on their own,
With a studied caress hands and eyes,
With a rich past, false tears,
And vows to love for the first time.

They embrace, knowing that soon,
Hands to touch them,
And smolders in the heart of a tiny mountain
Which seems ridiculous.

And shudder, as if from the injection,
Feeling a moment when,
In parting willfully fun,
Silent presence of shame.

And hearing the heels down the hall,
Her left in the pre-dawn smoke
Suddenly you realize that roads,
She has been for the fact that was not expensive.

And unwittingly run out after her,
Sad and so happy that I could not catch up,
And suddenly it becomes dearer
For the fact that it will not meet again.

With that he is guilty in equal measure,
Kohl thirst like to be tormented,
According night nichutochki not believing
Telling myself that still believe in them.