Текст песни Никита Дорофеев - Комета

As fate hurry, taking look at the view,
Days and nights are wound on its spindle.
As there would be heat and light from the stargazing ....
But now you're not here, so dark.

There flies a star in the black sky turning cold,
And boldly cut white night whip of its tail.
Love girl napping in thin fingers Amadeus.
Music dormant inside the white sheet.

This autumn came, breath by inhaling department.
Ringing porcelain hearts. Splash of breaking glass.
It roam the cold, everything cleared.
But the star is flying to you and why - heat.

This morning drives away the shadow of the September light,
Thin blade beam cutting waking from sleep.
Do not hurry to open their eyes - there's my flying comet.
Sleeps love Amadeus and is therefore - spring.