Текст песни Студия-80 - Мой телефон

Rain drop on my glass
I painted your silhouette.
The city fell asleep and drowned again
In the arms of the night.
Days of frantic rhythm, maddening
Old plot of naive themes.
Another glance at the phone -
I'm very sad.

Chorus:
I'm waiting for one call.
You call and I will hear
Your distant voice.
No, this is not a dream.
Just one call.
Let the rain knock and pour on the roofs.
Waiting, still waiting
My phone.

Night. Long night. To say something
The sound of the water tried to rain.
But the words cannot be understood - his phrases
They are unfamiliar to me.
Let where you are, now I don't know
Maybe you're not expecting me anymore.
But I'm still waiting ... I'm still waiting
At the phone.

Chorus:
I'm waiting for one call.
You call and I will hear
Your distant voice.
No, this is not a dream.
Just one call.
Let the rain knock and pour on the roofs.
Waiting, still waiting
My phone.

I'm waiting for one call.
You call and I will hear
Your distant voice.
No, this is not a dream.
Just one call.
Let the rain knock and hit the rooftops.
Waiting, still waiting
My phone.