Текст песни Чили и Гоша Куценко - Добрые сказки в детстве читали нам...

Poor whitens artist canvas,
And the river Neva in the morning driving axles.
In the courtyard buzzes kids.
Maybe it will rain, and I was out of spite without an umbrella.

How would I find in this world of her.
And do not lose that much harder still.
Life would have to live with it until the end of days is even more difficult.

Chorus:
Day, night - all the same, black-and-white movie.
 "Hello how are you?" and again fled.
Day, night, "how are you?" Maybe all the same is not in vain
 In syllables good fairy tales as a child read to us.

People running on distillation.
Bute on the glass, as in the dark moths.
Somewhere in a traffic jam on the sleeping awake.
Maybe it will rain, we are in fact an umbrella to anything.

How would I find in this world of his.
And do not lose that much harder still.
Life would live with him until the end of days is even more difficult

 Chorus:
Day, night - all the same, black-and-white movie.
 "Hello how are you?" and again fled.
Day night, "how are you?" Maybe all the same is not in vain
 In syllables good fairy tales as a child read to us.

Do not let me go.
Do not let go!
Do not let go!
Do not let me go!
Do not let go.