Текст песни Володимир Луговий - Ненависть у дужках

We are thunderstorms without rain
We have a heart without regret
Our day - like the night, only without dreams
What come to the blind violinist

Let a white cane in the yard
In what we load every day through the world
In which our secret lives
And it originated from the word & quot; Hello & quot;

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We are going to call Spring
Already a year without winter
She forgot about us
Not feeling guilty

Cold coffee on the table
And warm breath in hands
& quot; BG & quot; We are playing the & quot; Cow Blues & quot;
We are the & quot; hate & quot; in parentheses
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Books are burning in the head
Your cat lives in you for a long time
He knows everything you write
And next to it - the shadows in the woman's lips

Do not think that I am
A separate mindset in your head
I'm not only dreaming here
No pony honey, no string sound