Текст песни Алина Симонова - Танго капюшонов

Ah, how quickly the hoods flew off, sophisticatedly
Falling on the backs of pedestrians!
And the wind is dubious, as if from a flock of lepers,
He stumbled from them into tight cracks ...

He stubbornly examined the tit, detached
Cursing non-flying weather.
She quipped: "My friend,
where did you really fly away ?! "

Oh it's a tango of hoods compared to that
Every dance is impossible baby talk!
What grace is in the fall, and fear is in the eyes
Passers-by that are afraid to catch a cold!

They are terribly annoyed, at the behest of instinct,
Hoods grab on the fly
And strive to pull them
To infinitely preoccupied faces ...

And how languid silence, with a hood behind my shoulders,
In which not to escape, not to retire!
How amazing the sound of doomed promises
Which change our minds!

She was taken aback when He, without much labor,
Suddenly became the usual titmouse
And so he quipped:
"Well, where do I have to fly away from here ?!"