Текст песни Злищев А. - Январь

I still remember the frozen canal,
Your notes are where a sloppy handwriting.
How long and nervously waited to the odor,
When creaming from the front closer.

You turn the key, and I will go to you.
Hanging a coat on which snowflakes
Melted in drops. And again on the lip
Nobuchly, and wrinkles dissolved.

January. From under the wool on the lips of thin
Whistles icy swirl blizzard.
One. Twilight. And from my thoughts
There fell doubts a grave blizzard.

Another would be overwhelmed, sticking to the table,
Rhonea cigarettes and ashes under the feet.
I have all these thoughts in the wind of the wind,
And everything is for a long time.

I know all this, of course, will pass -
And chest pain, and longing for no reason.
And I will stop all night long
On the forehead surprised to sow wrinkles.

Hello and goodbye. Or rather - for goodbye.
Everything was pretty not bad, native.
January dragged on, this is sad.
And White Dahl me - longing coffin.

Alexander Zlishchev