Текст песни Сергей Трофимов - Скажи мне милая

Outside the windows, a ruddy spring
Spread out green outfits
And you have from dawn to dark
Complaints, whims and grievances.
Your love for life is a steam locomotive
And I am your well-worn sleeper
And the heavy sound of wheels hits me on the head
You know, you've left the station again.

Tell me honey, where are you going to go
And that you beat like a butterfly in the window
What are you thinking, what are you hoping for
And what do you want to prove to yourself and to me.

Your friends come to our house
And they eat with us from morning to night,
And that's why I'm not myself at home,
My soul wants peace at home.
Your dog ate a purse
In which I kept lava for the bath,
And I didn't touch her, so why should I
Your mom called at five in the morning.

Tell me honey, where are you going to go
And that you beat like a butterfly in the window
What are you thinking, what are you hoping for
And what do you want to prove to yourself and to me.

You want millions and prestige
And I live without being impudent,
Perhaps Paris can give happiness,
And here the lads will warm up in sorrow.
Let's sit with you in the evening
And behind a quiet family conversation
Let's have a rest on a small Armenian brandy,
By kindly settling our quarrels.

Tell me honey, where are you going to go
And that you beat like a butterfly in the window
What are you thinking, what are you hoping for
And what do you want to prove to yourself and to me.

What are you thinking, what are you hoping for
And what do you want to prove to yourself and to me.