Текст песни Гости из будущего - Мой Понедельник

My Monday - as someone's week-end:
The world is waiting for new legends
Sleepy hotel and Naked Lunch,
Again, no one came.
Khabarovsk morning and night, New York,
Meeting Sade and probably Bjork.
And the head of a conversation about you,
But it's in my head.

You can say to yourself: & quot; Stop & quot ;, separations
May again want your hands,
You can try to change themselves,
But it is impossible not to love
You can say to yourself: & quot; Stop & quot ;, separations
May again want your hands,
You can try to change themselves,
But it is impossible not to love.

Whiskey on the rocks, as amber, in the crystal.
Offers me to dance on the table.
Lines of verse will write on the glass -
They crowded in my head.

You can say to yourself: & quot; Stop & quot ;, separations
May again want your hands,
You can try to change the world,
But it is impossible not to love.
You can say to yourself: & quot; Stop & quot ;, separations
May again want your hands,
You can try to change the world,
But it is impossible not to love.

Just impossible not to love ...