Не бла-бла - Любаша

Не бла-бла,

А за нами гналось что-то,

Непонятное, незнакомое,

По проспектам, огородам,

Под экранами реклам.

По «репитам», парапетам,

Под вагонами от погони мы По глоточку, по куплету

Разбежались по углам.

Пр.: А это любовь была.

Обыкновенная.

Наверно любовь была

Необыкновенная.

А это любовь была,

А мы думали: бла-бла…

А это любовь была.

И пропало это что-то,

И не жарко нам, и не холодно.

Ни мурашечки, ни ноты

Не заходят больше к нам.

Мы искали это что-то

По карманам старого города,

Не догнала я чего,

Ты чего-то не догнал.

Пр.: А это любовь была.

Обыкновенная.

Наверно любовь была

Необыкновенная.

А это любовь была,

А мы думали: бла-бла…

А это любовь была.

А за нами гналось что-то,

А мы драпали, а мы падали,

И тонули мы в болотах,

И горели мы огнем.

Только все — такая малость.

Раны-ссадины зимы спрятали.

Только то нам и осталось,

Как бежали мы вдвоем.

Пр.: А это любовь была.

Обыкновенная.

Наверно любовь была

Необыкновенная.

А это любовь была,

А мы думали: бла-бла…

А это любовь была.

Not blah blah

And something was chasing us,

incomprehensible, unfamiliar,

Along the avenues, gardens,

Under the advertising screens.

On the "repits", parapets,

Under the wagons from the chase, we take a sip, a verse

They ran around the corners.

Pr.: And it was love.

Ordinary.

Surely there was love

Extraordinary.

And that was love

And we thought: blah blah...

And this was love.

And something is missing

And it's not hot for us, and it's not cold.

No goosebumps, no notes

They don't come to us anymore.

We were looking for something

Through the pockets of the old city,

I didn't catch up with what

You haven't caught up with something.

Pr.: And it was love.

Ordinary.

Surely there was love

Extraordinary.

And that was love

And we thought: blah blah...

And this was love.

And something was chasing us,

And we were draping, and we were falling,

And we drowned in swamps,

And we burned with fire.

Everything is just so small.

Wounds, abrasions of winter hid.

Only that is left for us,

How we both ran.

Pr.: And it was love.

Ordinary.

Surely there was love

Extraordinary.

And that was love

And we thought: blah blah...

And this was love.