Текст песни Игорь Тальков - Из твоего окна

I pressed on all pedals,
In temples pounding blood.
I was so afraid of being late to the country
With the name of love.
I'm still afraid to be late
With the name of love.

I aim seemed clear ,
I was so young and bold,
And how many words are vain
Tell a story in time.

Oh, if only to know at the time ,
That where - that you're alone .
I like the look of the city
From your window .
I like the look of the city
From your window .

scribbled notebooks
In the table does not count,
They are passionate poems
I cry all .
Under the sun in the shade
Ottsvёl paper bush
And otshumeli storm
In a glass of sweet feelings.

Oh, if only to know at the time ,
That where - that you're alone .
I like the look of the city
From your window .
I like the look of the city
From your window .

That is why , my dear,
I laconic ,
When swimming below us
And the heaven and the earth .
When subside disputes
And fades house
And blooms city
For your window .
When subside disputes
And falling asleep house
And blooms city
For your window .