Текст песни Полюса - Телефонные разговоры

I dialed your -
Phone spoiled
I go out in the rain
I have nothing more to do

We have to go home
I soak through to the skin
And troublesome to carry an umbrella
That's my fault

Phone calls
Every evening until the morning
I want to tell you the news
I call you, but your phone is broken

The slow beeps will cut the ears
Great probably stay at home
Warm air from the batteries
Everything familiar, everything is so familiar

Again forgotten keys
Interestingly, anyone home?
But the hall was silent.
Everything familiar, everything is so familiar

Phone calls
Every evening until the morning
I want to tell you the news
I call you, but your phone is broken

Phone calls
Every evening until the morning
I want to tell you the news
I call you, but your ...