Текст песни Антон Лаврентьев - Потерялся в Милане

I lost my mother in Milan
Girls all Dolchigabane
How can I get out of this circle
You give at least a hand

People around as thieves
Right on Monte napalione
Strike the eye Gucci , Prada
God, who cares

Chorus:
In Milan do not expect rain
In Milan do not expect rain
I exchanged our happiness on a drop of water

Conversely change the world
Blots desert areas
Lights apartments , millions of others
Not like us hidden from our prying eyes
Do not look for a moment lost in the crowd
So you need them , you and I
And do not try to understand
How do we get them
It remains to see her

Chorus .