Текст песни Александра Милина - Кометы

I give up the guitar this evening and seems
I have all the notes of the meeting, all the letters and memories.
What kind of questions? - Of course, you stand all my songs.
We read in the stars, we are so fortunate to share their rooms.

And tomorrow I blow up the comet,
Reliable will warm your hands.
Bagrov fire you veiled,
Mind-numbing smoke on lap froze.
Come after sitting here for half an hour,
Not yet faded silent star
While the city sleeps and does not know about,
What is fate.

Coffee weekdays.
On the afternoon the phone rings and an intermission
My performances on stage,
Where we are with you in the lead roles.
What kind of questions? - Of course, I'll wait for you only.
Perhaps tear in the environment and come,
Hello! It's me.