Текст песни Юрий Казаков - Свечечка

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You and I were alone in our big, bright and warm house. And outside the windows for a long time already stood the November darkness, the wind often flew in gusts, and then the forest around the house began to make a sad, naked noise. I went out onto the porch to see if it was raining ... There was no rain. Then you and I got dressed warmly and went for a walk.
But first, I want to tell you about your passion. And then you had only one passion: cars! You could not think of anything in those days except cars. You had two dozen of them - from the largest wooden dump truck, in which you liked to sit with your legs tucked up, and I drove you around the rooms in it, to a tiny plastic car, the size of a matchbox. You went to bed with the car and rolled it for a long time on the blanket and pillow until you fell asleep ...