Текст песни КИТАЙГОРОД - Сотни лун

Here, the new city, the road from "A" to point "A"
Garden sleeps ring night hides her face - lights
So just how the world so just burn another fly
And I can not be silent, and I can not cry - I smoke

Weaving hours in the year, silver arrow right
And if you knew how dear to me in the winter dream
My space of a hundred moons, my cosmos of a hundred moons
Fly Golden Hind, fly golden doe me

My new test is simple, hardly I understand why he is here
On the stage of the concert is booming, you hide empty envelope
No one hears the words, no one notices any clock or notes
Rocks in the bass rhythm, swinging the night, the air is clean and fresh
We should go back
And I sit on the car and fly back through the white mist, sleeping house for you
Here, the new city, the road from "A" to point "A"
So just how the world as a way of the world
And I did not break into your dream, playing the saxophone - and that's all you