Текст песни Сенчина Людмила и Игорь Тальков - У твоего окна

You pressed on all pedals, blood pounding in his temples
You're so afraid of being late to the country with the name of love
You're so afraid of being late to the country with the name of love

I aim seemed clear , I was young and bold
And how many words are vain slander managed

Oh, if only to know at the time
That somewhere you alone
I like the look of the city
From your window (2)

Scribbled notebooks in the table do not count
They are passionate verses you cry all
Under the sun in the shade withered paper bush
And otshumeli tempest in a teapot imaginary feelings

Well, who knew at the time
That somewhere you alone
I like the look of the city
From your window (2)

That is why , my dear , I laconic
When swimming beneath us and the sky and the earth
When the controversy subside and falls asleep house
And the city blooms for your window