Текст песни ozvuche - Череповецкие сны

Do not let me get bored, leaving
You don't let you let go, leaving
And after the point will follow the comma
Do not let me get bored, leaving

Perrons stations will forget smiles
You remember those nights playing violin
How zybko how zyabko remember you
Why did you need to promise

To the trembling on the skin I sit in the train
And in memory the image of that cute Muscovite
My cat is about legs swaying Murlycha
Standing over the abyss breathing tragic

Pass Hi Mom, Dad, Sister
Let them don't think they are about me
So quiet and gently stand in November
In the forest more often in darkness and warm hands in the fire

In the coupe in the courtyard moans
And you fell with him, you see Cherepovetsky
Dreams about me, about you, about us, about Moscow,
Fading acute memory in a blunt substance