Текст песни Pursh - Москвичка

It's summer by the feather
It fell to the bottom of your pocket.
I'll be a fire
To warm your hands from the fog.
And do not count the starfall
Don't catch all desires with eyelashes.
Why aren't you happy?
I will fly away from your soul as birds.

Chorus:
Sorry. I can't share the city with you.
I won't be able to share habits with you.
You are too young and wise for me
And I'm a simple Muscovite.

This summer is September
Decorated all the shops in Moscow.
The sky is a ship
Couples walk on the deck.
And against the background of gray walls
The gray cigarette smoke is so tight.
I'm nothing in return
I will not take anything from you except songs.

Chorus.

It's summer by the feather
It fell to the bottom of your pocket.
I will rain
Spill from wound to wound.
And you won't forget
The color of my eyes is in herbs.
Love no one
Except for the city of rusty pipes.