Текст песни ПИТЕР ФМ - ИГОРЬ ТАЛЬКОВ - У ТВОЕГО ОКНА

I pressed all the pedals, blood pounded in my temples
I was so afraid to be late to the land called "love"
I was all afraid to be late for the country called "love".
The goal seemed clear to me, I was so young and brave
And he managed to utter so many words in vain.

Chorus:
Ah, if I knew at that time that somewhere you are alone.
I like looking at the city from your window.
I like to look at the city from your window.

There are many written notebooks in the table
I burst into tears in them with ardent verses.
A paper bush has bloomed under the sun in the lampshade
And the storms fizzled out in the glass of imaginary feelings.

Chorus:
Ah, if I knew at that time that somewhere you are alone.
I like to look at the city from your window.
I like to look at the city from your window.

That's why, dear, I am laconic
When both heaven and earth float under us
When disputes subside and the house freezes and the city flourishes outside your window.
When disputes subside and the house falls asleep and the city blossoms outside your window.