Текст песни Виктор Королев - Слова, как в старой пластинке

Words like the old record,
What DJ spins back and forth,
In the eyes of the cold icicles
And there is no fire to melt the ice,
Sharp words needle fly,
But hurry time ago

And I do not have to ask further ado
We are so bitter phrases have said.
Do not we lose our love,
Let's start from the beginning.
Silently I come to you my angel,
I will give beautiful flowers,
I will invite a slow tango,
Lifelong where near you,
Only you...

I know I'm losing time, and still knocking
The closed door
Once your ice melts
And you come out to meet me to believe.
And there is no me without you,
No fire without you