Текст песни Вячеслав Быков - Может зайти

Queue personal lines, burnt out and died a day
Tape night lights, fleeing into the distance
The wind stirs the leaves, late passer-by in a hurry
Rain like tapёr takes puddles sadness.
It may yet come
Only you open the door and let
Something you want to say again and Forget
Smell his robe over his chest.
Sad movie extras, you will look forward to can you down
Later I forgot motif draws you
Shining neon advertising, everything is unreal like a dream
Only the last Express will take away from you.
It may yet come
Only you open the door and let
Something you want to say again and Forget
Smell his robe over his chest.