Текст песни Роман Неумоев - Уходишь

That day, evening
And again the day, evening
Your mirage, alas, is not eternal
Zakolebletsya and here
Perhaps, yes, nakinet
Snowfall on your shoulders
And would lead away from me
In the country of yore

Nakinet, nakinet
Snowfall on your shoulders
And would lead away from me
In the country of yore

And the firmament,
And the frozen powdered
You're leaving, so simple
Everything is good in the darkness
Perhaps, yes, leaving
Remain dreams yes monsters
Blessed St. Anthony, I sometimes
I envy him

Care, care
Remain dreams yes monsters
Blessed St. Anthony, I sometimes
I envy him

Blessed is he who is faithful
Mirage and Enforcement
For someone vigil
Bliss tainted blood
Perhaps, yes, goodbye
As they say, by the money
Mint its own coins slowly,
Do not suffer, live

Care, care
Remain dreams yes monsters
Blessed St. Anthony, I sometimes
I envy him