Текст песни Владимир Пресняков - моя обманщица Луна ...

ringing echo, bitter laugh,
She will flood my house with lightly bed.
Will throw dark rooms in the hummut,
Soft white light as a handful of silver coins.

Even, maybe to put it.
In the bright dream promises something to me.
Asks the name, it looks past.
Quietly say: "... yes," and smile at anyway.

Like a sink ... Heart throws,
It will be so close. But throws for the clouds.
Someone wise will turn on the morning.
Maybe she is my cheater ... Moon.