Текст песни Федя Белов г.Кинешма - Нью-Йоркский роман

"New York Romance" 2014

We met you - on the page on the Internet
After all, every computer has social networks
Your distant New York - and my Kineshma
Our hearts with you - did not meet in vain

We walked with you - I hugged you
My fucking English was a little in the way
But you knew Russian - it is above all praise
He is above all praise - he helped us.

Through the city at night - we walk with you
Dissolving in each other is our new role
Our new pain is our New York romance
And another continent - it will not become an obstacle to us
he will not be an obstacle to us.

It's August outside the window - I kiss you
How beautiful you are - my girl
From distant New York - the goddess of beauty
In our hearts with you, bonfires are burning with fire.

So the week passed - so the second passed
We began to close - the gate to us from paradise
Your vacation is over - our romance is over
In my head, a withdrawal - I'm a love addict.

Distant New York - the destiny of your space
You are American - you are the elite corridor
And I'm defenseless - I'm a simple guy
To say goodbye to you - pain lies on the heart.

We fly by taxi to our night airport
Two hours later - your board departs
I will not see you - we will never
On your cheek - a tear gently flows down.

We hugged you - with you for the last time
Kineshma's novel New York - the fire of love went out
I'm very lonely - overwhelmed with pain
A wound hurts in my heart - someone spilled salt.

I took out a cigarette - I look at the airport
Somewhere in the distant lights - your board takes off
Flight to New York - it takes you away
To suffer and cry is my new fate. my. my....

I can't cry - punks, rappers don't cry
To forget you now is my new task
I will plunge into work with my head very soon
In the meantime, in the cafe - I'll get drunk on vodka
I'll get drunk on vodka
I'll get drunk on vodka ........

I'm very lonely - overwhelmed with pain
A wound hurts in my heart - someone spilled salt.

I took out a cigarette - I look at the airport
Somewhere in the distant lights - your board takes off
Flight to New York - it takes you away
To suffer and cry is my new fate.
My new fate.

Goodbye....... :-((

2.08.2014 Muz and text: Fedya Belov, Kineshma.