Текст песни oerby - мертвец

Genady Shpalikov verses :

Dedicated Fellini

Dead played the flute ,
The city walking ,
And a strange little fool
He offered his hand .

A fool , like Cinderella ,
He looks into the eyes -
He speaks of gold ,
About fame says .

Dead , singer and clever ,
His words are simple -
Empty night streets ,
And the square empty.

" It hurts me sadly ,
I'm cold in the winter ,
Take my bride ,
Take me with you".