Текст песни кексодел - Романс Цветочного Города

Words & Music - Kuzmenko Natalya

The creak of the wheels in a half -day bliss, nobody on the road.
And I just want to laugh, but it is not clear why.
That's all, no matter how many years have passed
We would only not to part again, not to be lost on the ground.

Let the world close to a whirlwind,
But I will not conquer fate.
And even because of the verge of death,
Believe that I'll be back to you.

There are still a lot, all good luck promises us,
And only in jokingly the word said the heart will stop only for a moment.

Let the world close to a whirlwind,
But I will not conquer fate.
And even because of the verge of death,
Believe that I'll be back to you.

What will you answer? This torture is worse than hundreds of battles where he visited.
Your white hands of embrace told me more than words.

Let the world close to a whirlwind,
But I will not conquer fate.
And even because of the verge of death,
Believe that I'll be back to you.