Текст песни Лондон - растрёпаны ветрами

With chains on the heart
With glasses in your pocket
In tears ... West
I rush highways

Hello, dear London!
His leave.
It could be so easy ...
But there was such a right

Do You
Disheveled winds
with their secrets
Taesh in the fog
Unfathomable this

Doors will open at the walls
Tales of all will 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
Eyes and their words

And hide songs
Goodbye in English
I'm not dying
But I wanted to, because

Do You
Disheveled winds
with their secrets
Taesh in the fog
Unfathomable this

Doors will open at the walls
Tales of all will come true
Not Harry Potter, but
You're my magic ...

Do You
Disheveled winds
with their secrets ...

Unfathomable this ...

Not Harry Potter, but
You're my magic