Текст песни Ада Якушева - Мой корреспондент

I got used to for so many years
In addition, every day
Chagall somewhere on earth
One correspondent.
Chagall somewhere on earth
One correspondent.

What winds cling to his shoulders,
He does not know the walls.
His newspaper styled:
"Our correspondent".
His newspaper styled:
"Our correspondent".

Crazy blue dawns
My eyes instead.
And yet he is not yours,
He's my reports.
And yet he is not yours,
He's my reports.

As the days go by, the clock running,
Thus, the stretch.
And I live now I can not
I without having to wait.
And I live now I can not
I without having to wait.

It will return just barely -
Again, the roads in captivity ...
It is still seen more your,
What my correspondent.
It still can be seen, more than yours,
What my correspondent.

But it is very important to follow a friend
I know every moment,
What wanders somewhere on earth
One correspondent.
What wanders somewhere on earth
One correspondent.