Текст песни Филипп Вейс - Москва

Fog will deceive, the sun is lying -
No it is yellow!
Candle burns, melts ice,
And the breath is always fleeting.

Why then I believed her
As a naive child rejoicing
After all, it burns brighter a hundred candles
And the wine adds degrees.

On someone else's table, bread is tastier
In this city, justification.
Who will prove to me that the Forgiveness is here -
It is impossible without repentance.

Fog will deceive, the sun is lying -
No it is yellow!
Candle burns, melts ice,
And the breath is always fleeting.

Do not ask me easier to see me.
I do not know how to cope with it.
Every time klyhan, I love her -
Only so she seems like.

Fog will deceive, the sun is lying -
Only pain per century we plan.
Candle burned, melting ice,
And love melted with exhalation ...
Fleeting ....
Fleeting ....