Текст песни Лар - Твои звезды на том куске неба...

Your stars on that piece of heaven,
Where the girl lives with snacks on the cheeks.
Which loves thunderstorms, you and cocoa,
Which firmly squeezes the rays of the sun in the hands.

Your stars with me are lying on my desk.
In order, the numbers are decomposed.
Stored, as if crystal, carefully
And at night I disturbed.

Your stars I hide in a shirt pocket
Taking them at night and causing you
Come, arrive, rampant!
I knew exactly what I agreed, the part of the soul to you giving you.

I am your warm sun,
And if you mire in darkness,
I will come, I will save, I will not leave.
Foreignly print on you and on me.

Keep my hand, I smile.
In my hair in my hair
Your stars live in my sky
I am the shore, warming up in your hands.