Текст песни ожидающий счастье - people are strange.

in the evening we smoked one for two ,
discussing Mikhail Bulgakov .
blamed for the troubles of others,
remains without any doubt .

lying on the bank of the river ,
They stared up at the stars .
at this point we have one ,
like Robinson on his island .

it will be forever in me
separate living memory of happiness :
both on the balcony sat in darkness ,
and the city seemed somehow terrible .
we talked the nights away ,
I am trying to catch at each of the meetings.

the helicopter was in my head ,
in her mind : people are strange.