Текст песни Моя дорогая - Бежал

It would have escaped and fled,
Without leaving a trace, without slowing down,
A thousand years.
It would have breathed and breathed
Wind and silence, the stars themselves to pressing
Each and every one.
Three billion years in a row I dream white city,
Where easily.
City salvation, the city's brother
And this city is very far away.
It would have flew and flew,
Absorbing ozone.
 As I've always wanted
Over the horizon.
To my back rusty spots roofs,
A small window where you sit.
Three billion years in a row I dream white city,
Where easily.
City salvation, the city's brother
And this city is very far away.
It would have escaped and fled,
Leaving no trace, but slows down,
Cities not.