Every time
[Chorus]:If I were paid every time,
every time I think about you -
I would be homeless near highways,
I would be the poorest of people.
If I were paid every time,
every time I think about you -
I would be homeless near highways,
I would be the poorest of people.
[Verse 1, Monetochka]:Where are you when you are not online;
when I'm waiting for you on the net;
In what links should I go,
just to get right there?
What are you thinking about now?
Let's come among the thick birches
Read your favorite story -
one page for me, one page for you.
Or just a cup of tea
and WhatsApp is showered with hearts,
But I do not answer again -
I'm incognito-incognida; but -
If they paid me, dear,
every time your smoky look
I seem to be missing somewhere,
every time you dream of me ...
[Chorus]:If I were paid every time,
every time I think about you -
I would be homeless near highways,
I would be the poorest of people.
If I were paid every time,
every time I think about you -
I would be homeless near highways,
I would be the poorest of people.
[Verse 2, Monetochka]:The old burner burns to us,
for two there is one tea.
Outside the window is dark, the window is cracked.
A lamp-moon over the park.
I again twist a strand of hair on my finger,
I smell like my mother's perfume.
You want to take me off, take off -
but I want to write poetry, poetry.
Leave and do not finish the tea.
Snow or rain there - go away.
Let the rain drizzles on you,
even though the tornado will be carried you away.
Maybe there's your tram too;
maybe not - go anyway.
There's a dank gray-haired February -
he is now, like you, alone.
And I'm not sorry for you, for you, for you
even if slowmo in the smoke of cigarettes.
Even with a minor of the piano,
even with a sad violin - no.
If you did not like poetry,
would turn into a sonorous iambic.
If you were a drug,
I would be a fitness-lover.
[Chorus]:If I were paid every time,
every time I think about you -
I would be homeless near highways,
I would be the poorest of people.
If I were paid every time,
every time I think about you -
I would be homeless near highways,
I would be the poorest of people.
перевод песни: Саша Исаев
