Текст песни Агата Кристи - А как бы мне жизнь подлинней чуть прожить

Laughing, staring children
On the fallen star
And fly ash through a telescope
And drink vodka peasants dancing around the campfire
killed astrologer
torn sorcerer

How would my life Genuine little live
How to stretch the buzz
And how would I make new nobody
My incredible path

Burn blind book
magic words
And the main secrets go nowhere
And the secret of building a sky sad eyes
killed astrologer
torn scoundrel