Текст песни Башмачок Элли - Книжный вор

Music - Victoria Morozova
Word - Catherine Gerbutova

street, night impenetrable darkness,
More step - hands on his throat closed.
the shadow of someone else's dog runs.
the main thing - do not turn around.
the main thing - to keep the teeth on the lock.
Street sells all of the shekel.
Share books and books in hand.
I come back from the library.

I do not go home until midnight,
even when there is a risk not to sleep.
I believe in the maze of streets,
how many sins for the soul is listed.

in the stairwell heard noises,
I huddled in a corner, like a mouse.
Life - is a barrel full of gunpowder,
close matches, matches and quiet.
Turn the key in the lock, I twice
wet corner freezes furnace.
This evening, for that matter, and each,
book I ditch her to ignite.

I do not go home until midnight,
even when there is a risk not to sleep.
I believe in the maze of streets,
how many sins for the soul is listed.