Текст песни Пилот - Горько

I waited for you all night,
Scribbles on the sheet,
I smoked the ceiling
And he came to simplicity.
I poured myself a glass,
Drank it.
And smiled to himself
And not waiting for anyone.
And I was sad!

Bitterly!

My thoughts are like water,
The water flows from the roof.
And I feel you
And it does not win.
Your lips are kind,
Your fingers are evil
As in one of our meeting
At the tip of the needle
Where we were bitterly!

Bitterly!

And in the heavenly Russia
There are heavenly Bashkortostan!
There, in the heavenly Ufa
I'm probably drunk.
Where national hero
Flies in the heavenly horse,
There, in the heavenly new buildings
You come to me,
And you and I bitterly!

Bitterly!

Do not think a girl,
I have not forgotten anything!
Everything will be faster
Everything will be better than I was talking about!
My thoughts - such as water,
The water flows from the rooftops!
Do not believe those who say & quot; bitter! & Quot ;,
This sweet baby ...
When shout & quot; Kiss! & Quot;