Текст песни Гости из будущего - Метко

I like Yuri Gagarin in your microcosm
All that was to know, and I know that after
About you are not dreaming, without you suffering
Smiling gently open your door
I assure myself - you create an empty
You're not mine and I love other
Only after all something I wins
Your hands in the opposite convince me

Aptly, aptly aptly
Fate shoots. Rarely, rarely, rarely
Misses. The branch, branch, branch
It was resilient. Baby, baby
I'm not your friend

I like Fedor Mihalitch with its & quot; Idiot & quot;
I'll unravel the first three notes
My diagnosis is sad, sick do not try
As melting snow maiden to you touching
Thoughts morengo color, indigo sky
Our children's happiness - it's still wildly
The voice of sweet syrup, vanilla-colored skin
Your lips again, not to have pleased

Aptly, aptly aptly
Fate shoots. Rarely, rarely, rarely
Misses. The branch, branch, branch
It was resilient. Baby, baby
I'm not your friend