Запах твоих волос и небольшой твой рост

You’re my little hysterical, you know
I miss you so, though love withered.
Not me, of course – you’ve grown.
And we do not see each other – there is no sense in the meetings.
You hang with the other, and I was not so with the other
Suffer from insomnia and under-eye circles,
And you’re so strict with me was all the days,
And those memories come with the smell of spring:
In which I and thou. So everything has changed.
The first night without you was completely empty.
Do not come home, all of you looked like.
Confused the names – in the head because you stayed;
I dreamed of you, my little hysterical,
All shouting at me, and, as usual:
Mate through the line, these native hassle.
Now somehow quietly – without you hysterical …

Chorus (2 times)

My little hysterical with someone.
And I was looking for the same, from the outskirts to the center,
And in this quest no longer see the point.
If you are that, call, or write letters there.

The smell of your hair, and a small increase in your
I just demolished. And this sweet voice,
What is heard daily on the phone …
Now call the other, but the conversation short.
Quarrels because of jealousy and our faithfulness
Because of these hens that to me with old climbed.
You’re my little hysterical, you know,
You were the one, the one you’ll stay.
Maybe once remember our history,
All songs dedicated to that were on repeat.
Are you dreaming of the sea, and only two of us.
And we would keep silent – for us whispering waves b …
This dream remained somewhere far.
And if you suddenly get bored, you, if anything, call me.
I’m still the same, still in rap.
Often think of you, knocking the ashes …

Chorus (2 times)

My little hysterical with someone.
And I was looking for the same, from the outskirts to the center,
And in this quest no longer see the point.
If you are that, call, or write letters there.

You’re my little hysterical , you know
I miss you so, in some love wilted .
Not me, of course – you’ve grown.
And we do not see each other – there is no sense in meetings .
You hang with the other , and I was not so with other
Suffer from insomnia and under -eye circles ,
And are you so strict with me was all the days ,
And those memories come with the smell of spring:
In which you and me. So everything has changed .
The first night without you was quite empty.
Did not come home , all of you reminded .
Confused the names – in the head because you left ;
I dreamed of you , my little hysterical ,
All screamed at me, and, as usual :
Mat through the line , these native hassle.
Now somehow quiet – no you hysteric …

Chorus (2 times )

My little hysterical with someone.
And I have been the same , from the outskirts to the center ,
And in this quest no longer see the point.
If you’re that , call or write letters there .

The smell of your hair , and a small increase in your
I just demolished . And this sweet voice ,
Heard that day on the phone …
Now called the others, but the conversation short.
Quarrels because of jealousy and our faithfulness
Because of these hens that to me with a sort climbed .
You’re my little hysterical , you know,
You were the one , the one you ‘ll stay .
Maybe once remember our history,
All songs dedicated to that were on repeat .
Are you dreaming of the sea, and only two of us .
And we would keep silent – for us whispering wave b …
This dream remains somewhere in the distance.
And if suddenly bored you if that call .
I’m still the same , still in rap .
Often think of you , knocking the ashes …

Chorus (2 times )

My little hysterical with someone.
And I have been the same , from the outskirts to the center ,
And in this quest no longer see the point.
If you’re that , call or write letters there .