Текст песни Птаха - А я все питаю свои иллюзии...

And I still cherish their illusions,
And thinking about the same thing, they say
"Who do we have ?, To whom looked like? '
And his eyes painfully tired
Search the soul similar to you,
It seems to have got used to,
But this call, your mother!
Again he broke, knocked out of Kolaiah, chtoli?
And by flying days,
Month merging into the dark years.
And meltwater disappear underground.
And I want to be with you.
And this kind of beautiful, gentle, graceful,
And everyone can see that love with me,
But I do not need.
Hands are not the ones who do not vote, your eyes are not those
Looks like you are no more in the world, no!
But you do not return all the same,
And somehow already stopudovo will not.
We must remember these numbers Beeline,
But to hear your voice I have to face it ...