Текст песни Сергей Бабкин - Любимица

The jealous moon backs away from the sun
Live without a face, be a fugitive, pull the thread
Weaving a web for all who hide.
Night street, the lantern dangles.
The wind walks alone
The troublemaker from boredom swears to himself.

Get up, darling, let's go for a ride
To the best of my ability, while I'm afraid no one will miss me.

In a dream, a dream, spring is shifting,
We sit at the bottom, drinking black tea,
The clock stands, time seems to be mocking.
See you, then grow old,
And in spite of death like this already
Fifty years is falling out of hand

Get up, darling, let's go for a ride
To the best of my ability, I'm afraid that no one will miss us.
Wake up darling, let's go for a ride
To the best of my ability, I'm afraid that no one will miss us.