Текст песни Ирина Эла Акого - 08 - Интурист

Empty in a spacious lobby,
Sound steps in the carpet,
The ashes on the windowsill falls in January.
The evening replaces the evening, catch my eyes,
Slot meetings rush ...
Painfully watch back!
Memory of poor crumbs, brilliance of tinsel colored,
Holidays of someone's songs are spinning home.
Morning, like the smell of childhood, hides from me,
Sleepy wandes of the week, I spark fly the year.
Mask must be copied,
Chic, turning into dust ...
Molia my wealth is spent in front of her eyes!
Squeezing his swing, let me reproach me ...
Quickly burn candles, this is my fate,
Let the candles go, and outside the window of the Purga!

1996.