Текст песни Вячеслав Ковалев - Метроном

Text: Sergey Tatarinov

And again the cold - the ice in my eyes ...
And bitterness in the folds of the mouth, and deathly peace ...
Everything is in the past, as always, for the umpteenth time
The line is drawn with a sweeping line.
Bridges are being raised, the Neva broke the ice
And only a harsh winter in my heart.
And sadness sticks on my lips like bitter honey,
And the full moon is beautiful and dumb.

A waltz is swinging on the radio wave
The glove on the table - as if by chance ...
Counting the beat, the temple pulsates,
And the words writhing in the ashes: "Love", "Meet".

Good words and music match,
And the heart does not sing - a soulless metronome.
Under this measured knock I will take to leaf through
Shabby life: "And it's all about him ..."