Текст песни Григорий Лепс - Рюмка Водки На Столе.mp3

The night went on the streets stellar tread queens,
 The simplicity of words and numbers in the heavenly bridge has scattered the feathers of birds,
Do not be forgotten by anyone holiday lips, insults the eye,
Take me to your captivity, this line of knees to kiss the last time.

Just a shot of vodka on the table, the wind outside the window crying silently,

Stinging pain in me this young moon cries.

It is not easy to give you, the wind and the sails birds
It may not even realize could not even find among the thousands of female faces,
Let my eyes are silent, quietly watching the moon,
If anyone catches sight, hurry back, I do not know why.