Текст песни Дима Карташов - Сон

you were always there, you are here now
languid voice, murderous mixture.
but now it sounds cold like revenge
I don’t want to hear that, you hear, hang up the phone.

pis, or at least smile,
I want to hear the one I fell in love with,
into that laugh that turned into a grin,
and I remember how I was afraid to approach you.

but now I really don't want to leave.
every time I pricked with a needle, left the thread,
so as not to forget to leave a scar
and you calmly planted the next

it seems this is the last conversation
why is everything so, I would ask, but with whom
I do not hear the one that was with me.
but when I was so affectionate