Текст песни Хроноп - С Юпитера

You flew to us from Jupiter,
But she said that from Peter,
Looking for the sun with a backpack of rain
Violin in a case.
The strings washed their fingers to the blood
And the sleeves seemed wet
It’s strange that you and I have never been so
And did not sleep.

The moon hung like a white star
The black star is a shard of glass
My love burns with a red star.

You flew to us from Jupiter,
But she said that from Peter.
Unknown songs sang to me
Bird soprano.
And not friends with phones
And burdened by conversations,
If I went to you with questions,
You fell asleep.

The moon hung like a white star
The black star is a shard of glass
My love burns with a red star.

You don’t write to me from Jupiter,
Neither from Samara, nor from St. Petersburg.
When you left, you took the case
Leaving the violin.
Strings wash your fingers to the blood
All the breakups at the wrong time
It’s strange that you and I have never been so
And did not sleep.

The moon hung like a white star
The black star is a shard of glass
My love burns with a red star.