Текст песни Татьяна Клестова, гитара Илья Васин - Привыкаю... Автор И. Орищенко

Getting used simply to live in this city,
Getting used to treasure every day with you.
Wind picks from house to house, breaks in the mountains, where
He speaks forest, like himself.
I'm from the past - some photographs,
Addresses in the book so shabby songs swarm
What is buzzing at night under the dim light bulb,
Even if you're near me ...
       City rain Feeds,
       Cloud will wipe the face,
       Wicket again tune
       Downwind porhnut in flight.
       It spreads through the streets
       Taste lilac, like wine,
       Red-haired girl squints
       In blinding window ...
Getting used to the short distances,
Accustom to wait for you to afternoon tea.
Wind, like performing a task,
Clouds lapping relish, slipping off the shoulder.
I'm from the past - a sprig of dried
Yes pads rough eight years,
Yes brisk freckled girl
From which no card no ...
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