Текст песни Александр Антипин - My Costa

Lunar silver night and airfield,
The counter strip is wet sails.
Shadows on sidewalks in black jaguars,
In black go to the fart without brakes and headlights.
The night raises the mass, in the ash burles the track
With gunpowder in each phrase, the rain turns into the traceser.

Etc.
Now I am free, I rush and I do not believe myself.
I will soon go back, but I will miss you.
Now everything is simple - My Costa is a silent ocean,
Lost Island, Lost Meridian.

Lunar silver night and airfield,
Counter stripe, drops on the hair.
On the wires and headlights, I leaving the radars,
Sophisticated drawing schedule from cities and mafia.

Etc.