Текст песни Илья Чёрт - Финский залив

You, all the best to you!
And the white house on the beach.
In flight, the eternal I fly
hoping to sit down. Everything that can not be
eat -

in his pocket. And something orbit
in my blood boils River.
Bell ringing on a backpack,
you hide unnoticed

in the crowd, where you want to cuddle,
embrace all the shoulder.
Hold the collar of children
inflatable ball over white
under the bridge.

I am quick to hand, but this
I may not be enough.
Get into the last car, I found
no promises. September

bay and sea gulls over the water,
and white house on the shore ...
Sit tucked his knees on the bathroom floor.
I will come - tu-tu-tu ..