Текст песни Татьяна Зыкина - Мотылек

having flown across the Atlantic
hundreds of times, but today not read the prayer before departure
not promise that all will be adjusted
hundreds of different stories in this sad list - here, too, our
I love no longer necessary
I settle down in this impasse

CHORUS
burn out, the last moth
my seemingly summer.
I'm not sorry that my long flight
It was a world of illusion.
everything was fine, good-bye.

crossing the street
hundreds of times in the same place, only one did not look at the traffic light
not promise that everything razrulitsya
somewhere oil spilled poor Annushka - this is my verdict
I'm going to decorate the rails
I smile at the sun, I sing