Текст песни Юлия Клосс - Нет, не бывает так...

Music: Michael Bryantsev

No, it happens that, leaving, close the door.
Unbuttoned winds left cold.
And then at least a modicum of believe them,
Their hands and flowers in her eyes.

My stomach sank rascal,
Execute all the butterflies together.
How long the soul raged,
Picking walls, breaking nails.

Punches feet rush over the Globe

In search of tenderness.
Where are you, damn, I go?
In the eyes of the public he drowned in the eternity?

And sometimes you know what?
Banging this door samoyu
In the face of the world, I zealously! ..

Not letting new eyes,
I remember laughing old ..

Damn you ...