Текст песни Hi-Fi - Седьмой лепесток

Aromas of vanilla, cotton candy clubs
Above me float away disappearing
Zapletal braids vine
Leaving a little smile and tears

And the rain on the windows draws
Recalling your kisses
The thing is that the rain is no risk
And I'm afraid I lost you

I can not be missing
I am very sick, I almost die
And somewhere, and you do not know anything
And I'm afraid I lost you

You Malaya Ordynka at Khreshchatyk I
On Funny pictures we do not find ourselves
We stayed in the award may be lucky
Mountain and grass blessing in the seventh petal

And the rain on the windows draws
Recalling your kisses
The thing is that the rain is no risk
And I'm afraid I lost you

I can not be missing
I am very sick, I almost die
And somewhere, and you do not know anything
And I'm afraid I lost you