Текст песни Денис Розов - Песня о чём-то другом

The song is about something else

Thousands of thousands of books.
The smell of gooseberry
You're the one in the room
July evening
And five of the twelve waiting
when you force them to sing
hand touch.
And a clean sheet have borne the words
And you freeze
as if afraid to frighten off their ...

Thousands of thousands of books
watching thousands of different dreams
There behind a glass
any of them may become a reality,
and the berries fall down
of the outstretched palms
and it seems that all that you have seen
one of those movies
where they still live your childhood ...
                
And somewhere on the ring
last tram
sad ringing the bell,
but you can not hear

And so he began to move,
and somehow the heart in the chest
so alarmingly knocking,
but in the eyes of your tears
           
It is so easy to keep quiet
and it is always so difficult to sing,
so that they do not try -
your song is about something else

Let go of the last tram,
let dissolve in the green leaves
and do not look him in the trail
                              
                           You're the one in the room
                           July evening
                           The smell of gooseberry
                           You're the one in this room ...

Thousands of thousands of books ...