Текст песни Дефекты Речи - Последний февраль

Last February (Mary Bulat)
Last February. Tram station.
Do not wait call, do not write poetry.
And if you show something, I know,
What is it - love.

Last February. Recent letters.
In the snow with his head I throw myself out the window.
And if there will be fresh ideas,
That is - the spring.

The crowd on the platform, but the meeting will not be.
The last car was uncoupled in the way.
And if suddenly someone someone forgets,
It is not saved.

Grievances, as the stars are burning, but not warm.
Do not be afraid to believe, do not be afraid to understand.
And if it seems slow time
What I remember ...

Last February. Habit to break.
Scribbled verses, expect calls.
And if you show something, I know,
What is it - love.