Текст песни Агата Кристи - - В такси

The morale of guests fell,
They look like pigs.
And I fit in vain here -
Because of you, because of you, let's go as soon as possible.

She brings me home, oh my God!
In a taxi caring me home.
Come to you, I don't remember your address,
And something crookedly with your head.
In taxi...

There must be night, but not dark.
All in this city movie
Flashes bought fire
And we are together and not together
Nothing means nothing.

She brings me home, oh my God!
In a taxi caring me home.
Come to you, I don't remember your address,
And something crookedly with your head.
In taxi...
Blimey! That's us!
Silent ...