Текст песни Баста - Босса-нова...вот этот инструментал круче

between our windows the darkness, night, star bust
for each other created or later we become adults too
from me to you courtyards in the snow
you stay in a low voice * because * late
questions, we sit back to light
I have no conscience, but I am guilty of indirectly
runways or train
again ... we quarreled asunder speed
Separation - a way to appreciate the fact that between us
perhaps it is strange, perhaps it happens
Freestyle excuses, I'm ready to change
compromise, please, Give me this dance
hold me, music for two
God, please, prolong this magical moment

nonsense. quarrel. i'm sorry.
eyes to eyes. word by word.
and it solo on saxophone
bossanova barefoot on a cold floor

nonsense. quarrel. i'm sorry.
eyes to eyes. word by word.
and it solo on saxophone
bossanova barefoot on a cold floor

you want to know what I stand
and what is your role in this story
afraid of salt, treating love in their own way
I'm afraid you assign all the spoil
my desires are simple, banal dreams
I dream to find the very safe haven
protect you from hardship and bad weather
be next to me, with me be happy
I dream about the children, to see how they grow
learn about the world and choose your way
give them something that parents have given us
to be their guardian angels
I dream to go their way with you till the end
meet with you last sunrise
and at sunset to be alone
when I go to sleep, I pray thee, my love, I dreamed ...

nonsense. quarrel. i'm sorry.
eyes to eyes. word by word.
and it solo on saxophone
bossanova barefoot on a cold floor

nonsense. quarrel. i'm sorry.
eyes to eyes. word by word.
and it solo on saxophone
bossanova barefoot on a cold floor

nonsense. quarrel. i'm sorry.
eyes to eyes. word by word.
and it solo on saxophone
bossanova barefoot on a cold floor

nonsense. quarrel. i'm sorry.
eyes to eyes. word by word.
and it solo on saxophone
bossanova barefoot on the cold floor ...