Текст песни Григорий Лепс - Рюмка водка на столе

Night of the streets went stellar tread queens,
Words and numbers are easy in the heavenly bridge
Scatter feathers.
Do not be forgotten by anyone lips celebration, eye injury.
Take me to your captivity, the tribes of the line
To kiss the last time.

Only a glass of vodka on the table.
Wind crying outside the window,
Quiet pain speak to me
This new moon cries.

It is not easy to give you sail the wind and birds.
Can not understand, can not even find
Among the thousands of female faces.
Let my eyes are silent, silently looking at the moon.
If anyone catches sight, hurry back.
I do not know why?

Only a glass of vodka on the table.
Wind crying outside the window,
Quiet pain speak to me
This new moon cries.

Quiet pain speak to me
This new moon cries.