Текст песни Аня Шаркунова - Бежать

I was lucky to carry on the memory
the smell of love on my lips.
What more could you leave me,
silently saying goodbye to me at the door?
City tired in the embrasures of windows
extinguish fires burn down to ashes.
Hundreds of people, and I'm lonely!
Another day has passed without you ...

Running without opening his eyes,
without disassembling phrases, slowly dying! I know ...
Run! Name your whispering!
To see you and know
that next to you is another.

Each word stored in memory,
It may be a coincidence, or maybe sign.
Pins Pin name on the tablecloth,
and innuendo hidden in his fist.
The pain does not pass, racking matches.
The rate drops to zero.
Hundreds of people, but I do not care!
Another day has passed without you ...

Running without opening his eyes,
without disassembling phrases, slowly dying! I know ...
Run! Name your whispering!
To see you and know
that next to you is another.