Текст песни Туризм - Игра в города

Something happens suddenly
We go to the repeated circle
we are no longer together, and sorry
Cereal herbal tea
And each of us myself
Everyone has their own Amsterdam
Peter, London, Moscow
Everything that remains to us
Everything that remains to us
Playing in cities

Known the strokes with which
In the windows of the house opposite
phones men and women
ready to pay geisham
for cutting off with a knife
with their kimono ribbon roads
south-east
And all that remains to us
Everything that remains to us
Playing in cities

And I will run
will not be sorry and late
Blood will not pop up
until let's go again
Run until he will let go ...

Something happens suddenly
We go to the repeated circle
And it became so easy to forget
Faces of yesterday's girlfriends
But who would you make
All roads lead to Rome
And all that will be behind him
Everything that remains to us
Playing in cities

All that remains to us ...

All that remains to us ...

All that remains to us ...