Текст песни Милена Топалова - Колесом по асфальту

The rattle of the old rubber
Turn the dial on the asphalt,
Goes someone's car
With a suitcase in Malta.

Outside, a warm rain,
Hands only cold.
You're not coming to me,
Friendship is not fashionable now.

All hidden themselves,
Closing with a key
All the dreams of the wonders.
Why do I laugh?

In the autumn smells
Our fast separation.
In her falling in love wither away,
I shake your hand.

The night did not come alone,
Since it rains and fatigue.
A cup of tea before bed.
I'm sad, albeit a little.

Mom-autumn has come
And calling for studies.
Yes, infatuation has passed,
Again feeling worthless.

Why you and I
Do not go for a walk,
Do not listen to the surf,
At the hands come from?

You left, yes.
It is seen sharply in Malta.
Time burns wires
Turn the dial on the asphalt.