Текст песни Лондон - растрёпанный ветрами

With chains on the heart
With sunglasses in the pocket,
In tears, I rush to the West highways.

Hello, dear London,
His leave,
It could be as simple
But there was such a right

Do You
Disheveled winds
With its secrets
Taesh in the fog
Incomprehensible such
Doors will open at the walls,
All fairy tales come true,
Not Harry Potter, but
You're my magic.

Did not seem to know, do not listen closely,
As if they did not believe his eyes and said,
And hide the songs gud-bye in English,
I'm not dying, but I wanted to, because you

Disheveled winds
With its secrets
Taesh in the fog
Incomprehensible such
Doors will open at the walls,
All fairy tales come true,
Not Harry Potter, but
You're my magic.

Do You
Disheveled winds
With its secrets
Taesh in the fog
Incomprehensible such
Doors will open at the walls,
All fairy tales come true,
Not Harry Potter, but
You're my magic.