Текст песни в.скворский - привет из США. я не скучал

perhaps this summer
very differently lived by summer
I recollect one which was
somewhere
but no longer here, and yesterday
This can and does not have
because thousands killometrov
or billions of millimeters
and you're still there
I'm still here
7:00 ahead or 7 hours ago
and who will tell me who was right
15 hours a plane or two sad capital
and you are still living in third
and told me, "where are you"
Where are you, well, where I
It seemed difficult living in the same city to get to you
do not know how
but thousands killometrov made everything even easier
Now other people inside
breath of air or a clean exit from the club drunk
and then fall
and in front of the ocean
but remember, the ocean
we once dreamed of seeing
and now I hear drunk behind him
and I think of your four walls in which you wake up
because you are seven hours ahead
and I again the player says "could not"
I do not believe it is already
though he and all impregnated with you
can
I already do not believe you
but is it necessary?
and again I remember our nights on the roof
you remember those of us
We walked and drank
carelessness
good word about those who were us
we probably lost between winters
or something else changed
and whether all this is important
we've already different summer
I read the inscription of foreign alphabets
you drown in sadness clubs open
forty-four, green fodder
and sex without a cause
because we have fun
two durachiny
I get drunk on the pier is the third morning in a row
I see off the lights of the lighthouse at random
I told the ocean about who you are
and whom you were
when I was with
he asked who you become
what you have changed your happiness
other arms, the other does sweater
but I did not answer
I said it was my fault
I can really blame
When we scattered like beads of place these days
veil of dark faces around vozvrastala
it seems that we no longer become
the wrong feet trampled beads
that decorated the asphalt
maybe they have too little stamp down
you still wake up and something inside oyknet
but only for a moment
I'm going to bed
sleep and more you do not know
You live another day
and my dreams to fly on ships
and points of no more
and therefore we no longer have
now it's time
extinguish the light in the windows.