Текст песни Вера Снежная - Белыми облаками

In the city of Light, sadly settled sadness
Hot summer is tired of it, let
In the wet asphalt there is a reflection of the stars
And in the old park died of burning sorrow

In the wet asphalt there is a reflection of the stars
And in the old park died of burning sorrow

NS:
False, white, white clouds
I sterling my own hands
White, white, white clouds
Autumn comes fierce to us steps

White, white, white clouds
Autumn comes fierce to us steps

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Traveling day, again flies into the distance
And takes with you everything that was, sorry
Shadow from the tram catching us, let
She will distribute only one sadness

Shadow from the tram catching us, let
She will distribute only one sadness