Текст песни Propilli Propeller - Виски со Льдом

She did not come on Tuesday, it will not come on Thursday
She did not come on Saturday, probably, it is not there
And it is today so alone, sitting and waiting for a phone call
It is all forgotten, and only the old Bulldog
I curled up at his feet

And when he despair to believe he will put on his old jacket
And leave slamming the door in the pub Nearby
And order a whiskey with ice and forgets where his house
Infinitely blind love melts
And it seems to sleep.

In unfamiliar hotels he will wander and drink
A series of bored women will love him
And he does not remember their faces and names, washing The touch of rain
And all through, but blind love
Pursues night and day

And once delirious hangover he suddenly saw her eyes
And hardly get out of bed, he could not say any words
And she would stare at him, smiling lightly in a stupid movie
Infinite love is blind in this night
Wins both opened