Текст песни Грассмейстер - Телефон

I met you at a birthday party with friends,
We were both in torn sneakers and Fennec to the elbows,
His smile you instantly dispelled my sadness,
Having said that, the text & quot; The Rolling Stones & quot; you know everything by heart.
And you told me, throwing an unequivocal opinion,
What is your phone began at 350 ...

We danced rock 'n' roll, and I fell in love crazy
In some simple tricks and your badge with the letter & quot; A & quot ;,
Seven magic numbers I wrote down on a hand
And cut down on the couch wearing glasses and a jacket ...
And when he came dehydrated hangover hell
With palm obliterated all the numbers except the & quot; 350 & quot ;.

And ten days without you dragged like a decade,
My sausage at the thought that you were not around.
I called all those friends who might know you;
I roamed the streets hoping to find you;
Trembling with the west wind, I thought who is to blame,
What is the phone starts at 350 ?!

I myself have climbed all parties, but you have not found,
And then I wrote a groovy rock 'n' roll.
But the same evening at the entrance of boring [???]
I had a friend a stranger when conquered,
Now we have to rewrite the verses words ...
After all, it starts at the number 232!