Текст песни Гости из будущего - Метко, метко,

I am like Yuri Gagarin
In your microcosm
I know everything before and I know what after
Without dreaming about you without suffering
Smiling quietly I open your door
I assure myself that you are an empty creature
You are not mine at all and I love something else
But still something
Wins me
Your hands are reversed
Convince me

Aptly, accurately, accurately, fate shoots
Rarely, rarely, rarely missed
The branch, the branch, the branch was elastic
Baby, baby I'm not your girlfriend

I'm like Fyodor Mikhailich with my idiot
I'll guess you by the first three notes
My diagnosis is sad, I'm not trying to get sick
Like a snow maiden I melt, touching you
Morengo thoughts, indigo skies
Our childhood happiness is still wild
Semi-sweeter than syrup, also vanilla
Your lips have gone wrong again