Текст песни Любовь Глотова и Анатолий Изотов - 16 - Страсти по Евгению

Passion for Eugene
.
without waiting for the evening
in the middle of the day
you find me
but don't look for me
hook on a trolley bus
for my wires
and katy but where
don't say where
let them sleepy
blue skies
let the voices fly
let the wasp ring
I will photograph
and will not show
I do not love you
I don't love them

..
- Only languid shadows
quietly flow through the world ....
Here you live, Eugene,
as if you are gone.
Open your eyes
Tatiana is looking for you
Tatiana you - very ...
Flew to you tyschu
kilometers over the steppe
in the country numb ...
Did you make the bed?
- Will bed ...
“She is not spammy, not emshi.”
- I covered her rug,
let him take a nap from the road ...
White her hands,
her strong legs ...

...
in our city lived a crane
and spotted walked giraffe

you said - this is my crane
you said - this is my giraffe

there is no option to stop loving
in this jungle of algal

but not accepted about love
eat holiday olivier

I can't explain
words are not enough for me and without them

only erased letters
celebrate your holiday without me

...
wrapped in advertisements for home and street
people scooped up dreams
I can't touch you in a dream
why dream such dreams

lanterns are lit I hold your hand
you treat me you feed me breakfast
call only by name only in Russian
hide bitter cigarettes in your pockets
we are alone on this narrow street
intersection

... ..
are you coming out
shut the windows
autumn dead street
wires, sagging under the current
and dead grass under the snow
it seems
she's the only one
street in all his country
in vegetable oil
white bread dipping
smiling in a happy dream
I touch only the skin
smelling spring foliage
I'm with you
and our children too
and the moon is one overhead
and saying goodbye snow
I'm cold
and I
flying by plane
I melt
nothing
not thawed