Текст песни Камиль Гремио - Дочери

Daughters

There she is. Finally, one of the thousands is night.
Not sleeping. You are not sleeping. Spring.
You knock on the keyboard, diligently
Myrrh is a laser mouse
Eh, daughter ... Like that spring, exactly
One. Not alone. You're there at the funeral.
You're still afraid of heaven
But you look.
She left. Don't cry, dear.
No cry! I was left alone.
It hurts, daughter, it hurts, I know.
Cold. Cold.
Now don't be afraid, go!
Put on my cloak.
Don't be cold, take cover.
Come on!
Everything is ahead!

There behind your back
Turn.
Behind him - the three of us.
And our old home
Where did you play as a child.
There's a notebook on the table
Bought in winter
Follow you with verses
Your certificates of honor
Blue plaid, gray fluffy cat,
Red bicycle,
Cake with the first candle ...
First spring
Clock,
Red hot
Your tape recorder
Toys, postcards, he.
And my wife
In the white square of the window.
Then it is not clear
Now - not earthly.

Summer. One of the thousands is night
Full of nightingales
No bottom.
My Kitezh.
Cigar, scotch tape.
Daughter, you have her too!

You live it.
Do you hear?

Text - Camille Gremio
Music and performance - Anastasia Zolotoreva