Текст песни Василий К - Синий плащ

Four in the morning, the end of December
You feeling better? Writing to learn
Cool New York, but I like to live here
On Clinton Street music warms the whole evening

I heard you're building your little house
Somewhere in the desert
Look into your blog, a couple of lines
The Meaning of Life

And about Jane that came home at dawn
And a lock of hair that you gave her
The night was supposed to be a step
Oh, you're able to move?

The last time we saw you, you looked older
Was torn at the shoulder all your famous blue cloak
There, at the station, the train every meeting
But without Lili Marleen returning home

It was just you rip this piece
Over your head
It was just her and go back
Draw wife

Here again, I see you there with a rose in his teeth
Thief, Roma and no fear ...
Here's another: Jane woke up and sends
You my greetings

So what am I to tell you, my brother, the killer
What you have not heard
Only that I miss, and what I forgive
That's my way - glad you're here standing

If you want to go - there's Jane
There is, I
Well, when your enemy is sleeping
She's all yours

Yes, and I thank you for the longing that you took
Away from her eyes
I thought, it's there forever and not tried it myself
Never

Yes, and Jane came home at dawn
And a lock of hair that you gave her
The night was supposed to be a step

Your sincerely
Friend