Текст песни Владимир Мозенков - Телефонник

PHONE

I leaf through the old telephone.
All my friends gathered in it.
I’ll call, sitting on the windowsill,
To a friend in the house opposite me.

He will wave from the window in winter,
In the summer, too, goes to the balcony
Sad about this a little bit
And then the dream will be calmer.

On Monday, they called me from Tuesday.
The morning is there, and I have a sunset.
Phones sleep only with recluses,
I am heartily glad to call friends.

My telephone is half-Union.
There is not enough day to call.
It is by weight in a hundred grams of buza (?)
In gold it is not appreciated.

On holidays and on weekdays, as you have to,
I call and they call me more than once.
The friend's voice in the heart of the song pours.
Is this joy to convey?

On Monday, they called me from Tuesday.
The morning is there, and I have a sunset.
Phones sleep only with recluses,
I am heartily glad to call friends.