Текст песни Рыба-Луна - Люди Одиноких Городов

Leaves, leaves - the cradle of sadness
From under the brush master in a hurry ...
Frozen sunset
The painting watercolor melts ,
But your voice .
As the first spring,
Sweep away the debris of sleep - not a word ! ..
And again ...

Ex .: People Lonely cities
All understood each other without words,
Straight bridges are built ,
Among them, one was you ...

Swept twentieth spring,
The old house had been completely forgotten ,
One does not sleep
Old picture of the window,
And next to it - a palette of new days
And the brush at the ready - not a word ! ..
again

Ex .: People Lonely cities
All understood each other without words,
Straight bridges are built ,
Among them, one was you ...
careless ...