Текст песни Городинец Сергей - Двенадцать шагов до последней ступени

Twelve Steps to the last stage
Seventeen steps to bell
Fourteen words and then two weeks
You eye svedesh from the ceiling

Hot blood ohladevshie feelings
Friends words of comfort
Push the curtains, chilly fingers
Ice throw in a glass of cognac

A box on a shelf, smile specie
And with a sly slit eyes
The same girl laughing so loudly
As if having fun with you

Total all the senses burned for a week
Seven days indifferent sleep
With a trembling hand curtains apart
And the windows will cloud

A week in the cooled bed
All the same trembling hand
Nipped in the mobile contacts and the date
And the photo with a foreign girl

Other people's eyes, chin and eyebrows
Two thousand SMS lines
And someone else's room but painfully familiar
Everything just disappeared from the screen

Fourteen days and four friends
Twelve sleepless nights
And a new life will temper of separation
It's just ... when you're not someone

© Sergey Gorodinets
Book & quot; Trying to love & quot; The international code for books ISBN 978-966-136-138-5