Текст песни Александр Столетний - Ненаписанная песня

My unwritten song
There is of course the fact -
As we conducted this summer
hanging over the world together

As we left the house
hoping to find freedom
as we all were looking for someone
not knowing what had long been found

More definitely remember.
How were some of the sea
As the night we went to a blanket
As we were close under it

As couples swirled in the light
Thoughtful yellow moon
As the music sang and called
We were so close ... now we are one

Close your eyes and see
As the plane is flying in the sky
When just started for you
Then my flight was interrupted

When I was almost Italian
When you're almost my squaw
When I was so hard to believe,
What are you, far away from me

Flying migratory birds,
Away from the wild land
It even bears drink vodka
Riding in jerseys in the mud

Here roam unshaven men
cops are scared lyutuyut
but all this does not matter
it's better this way - than die of boredom

my unwritten song ..
and though I'm not in a hurry
First you meet again,
and then, I'll write it ..