Текст песни Григорий Лепс - На мосту

On the bridge stood two, the conversation was nothing
He smoked, she was roaring, rushing loud in the shoulder
Tears fell like drops, from spring rain
It can be seen autumn this pair can not be avoided.

Meeting - Liste - Fucking
Meeting - separation, here is flour.

He told: "Understand, native, match does not burn for a long time
I need you like the steering wheel tram like a sapper dynamite. "
The sun fell behind the mountains, a wonderful look,
Darkness covered the city, he went away, she stands.

Meeting - Liste - Fucking
Meeting - separation ...

Year passed, but in the same place, despite the rain and thunder
Two stood on the bridge, the conversation was about anything.

Meeting - Liste - Fucking
Meeting - separation, here is flour.