Текст песни Костя Григ - Зануда

ZANDA

Author of music and words:
KOSTYA GRIG

In this hot summer
 You count the sunrises
 Waiting for me.

 I'll fly and chat
 A little about a lot
 And find out better
 Who are we, what are we.

 Bore, where are you from?
 Restless miracle
 Us along the way
 A very long walk.
 A long time ...

 Secrets shook the wind
 And now we are stripped
 For each other always ...

 Well, let's fly
 On famous routes
 After all, Chagall promised us-
 Everything will be cool.
 
 Bore, where are you from and where are you from,
 Restless miracle
 Us along the way
 A very long walk ...

 Wait for me, I'll be on a rainy morning
 We will have only a minute for training
 Disappear as suddenly as thieves disappear
 The first ambulance ...
 
 A bore ........