Текст песни Евгения Зарина - Он был волшебник

I remember the taste of his lips and the neatness of his fingers
And a tenderly sad look, and a dark curl falling on the forehead.
He was a magician - he gave me happiness
Skillfully protecting from anxiety.

With him the roads seemed shorter
The sky is brighter and the sun is warmer.
He easily copied my handwriting,
He easily talked people out.

And when I lost my faith
And it seemed to me that I was going to the bottom,
He carelessly spit on problems
He just took my hand and pulled.

He was surrounded by dozens,
And he saw only me.
At meetings I gave chocolates,
I was looking forward to a new day.

I remember the taste of his lips and the neatness of his fingers.
And a tenderly sad look, and a dark curl falling on the forehead.
He was a magician - he gave me happiness,
But he could not achieve love.