Текст песни D.L.S. feat Слим - про лова лова

And she still loves .. still waiting ..

You can erase everything from the wall or delete the page,
But you'll never know what's going on there.
And who is there with whom, how much, forgetting about the principles.
Then he wiped the phone to keep from sleeping.
Someone lied more, someone was silent longer,
Someone knows the truth, but will tell you later.
Someone is stuffed with lies, someone in a personal sends the past ..
Someone is hard and someone will be left alone.
Others may or may not.
But there is no strength to dial the number and say "Hello, Hello"
There are no forces to delve into these quotes and statuses,
Realizing that the soul is not so happy.
Running seconds on the clock, as well as everyday life,
You know that the Third one is still judging from above.
It's true or false-I do not know what it is,
But I know what's inside the electronic envelope.

And she still loves, still waiting,
Still believes in a miracle, still drowns ice,
And outside the window, autumn will remind her of me.
And October would be happy for us in November.

"Hello, where are you?" - "in Vorkuta the second day,
Here, blizzards blizzard and colder than in Moscow,
I'm sitting in an Internet cafe, so online.
And even aircraft do not fly here in the winter.
How are you, dear? It can be seen that the ice melted,
If this message came from you.
It is easier to write than to call,
The heart goes into the heels while you hear the beeps ...
In the albums, new pictures of the eye are pricked with needles,
In us, fragments of vice, but I know the formula:
Do not be a glamorous fool, be a thoughtful bitch,
As the day changes, change your destiny.
It's just a computer monitor, a keyboard with letters,
And over the answer there is time to think.
To not confuse the points in my head.
The time is tedious - he's not just a friend ...
It's like a vicious circle, like a forbidden fruit
Just try and open the secret code ...
& quot; The page was deleted by its owner & quot;
Something was fluttering in the heart at a frequency of 1Hz ...

And she still loves, still waiting,
Still believes in a miracle, still drowns ice,
And outside the window, autumn will remind her of me.
And October would be happy for us in November.

Well, how much we have not seen, year 2 probably,
And how I felt then-I was nervous all day.
Familiar name and below the inscription Online
Type "Hello, how are you?", Such as "Add to friends & quot;
Then, from the status of & quot; engaged & quot; chilled with cold
And at three o'clock in the morning I left the house.
A floor of a pack of ashes, then a cold sweat
Photos from the rest, but I have something?
About a hundred of her sms on the cell,
Scraps of old feelings on minor notes.
Five working days and one Saturday,
There are close people nearby, but there is not enough of someone.
Oh, to hell with everything, a lot of water has flowed under the bridge.
After all, you probably are not the one and I'm probably not the same.
Let's stay with you at least Online,
After all, once in March for us was happy February.

And she still loves, still waiting.
He still believes in a miracle, he still drowns ice.
And outside the window, autumn will remind her of me,
And October would be happy for us in November.

-Is this real?
-Yeah, it's real.
-And are they people?
-Yes, but virtually
-And are there a lot of them? in this Online-Network ..
-Millions, but she has her id
Eyes opposite the monitor, one in the apartment
Looking for a nickname where there are three dots in the middle,
Looks for friends by scrolling through the list.
She needs that one, the one who was close to her.
And then I thought everything - should I open that folder?
& quot; Inbox & quot ;, but everything was postponed until tomorrow.
Autumn, remote control in my hands. I see, buried in a box,
And she loves me, hiking, really.