Текст песни the Stokes - Между Минском и Римом

And books on the shelves, they are of little use:
I know.
Smiles on faces, borders closed:
It happens.
Lampshades are hanging, cupids are shooting
All by.
And we got lost in the sands between Minsk and Rome.

Traffic lights are on, actors are playing
In pictures.
Umbrellas and other people's dreams have opened
in the windows.
The beds got cold and everyone went crazy
from the smoke.
And we got lost in the snow between Minsk and Rome.

Between Minsk and Rome,
Between the sea and the Crimea,
Between morning and night
Between sleep and you.
Between pain and heaven
Between salt and bread
Between Minsk and Rome
Under the "lucky" star.

It's slush on the street and I want to cry:
Clear.
Moms are worried, telegrams are coming
Back.
We break too
And the skin is tired of the makeup.
We just got stuck on the way between Minsk and Rome.

Between Minsk and Rome,
Between the sea and the Crimea,
Between morning and night
Between sleep and you.
Between pain and heaven
Between salt and bread
Between Minsk and Rome
Under the "lucky" star.