Текст песни Елена Никитаева - ...и почти чужое счастье... ...почти...

Through the dreams of the eternal paradise,
Without emotions in dreams about the sea
Waiting for my other joy
Silently, quiet, in the dawn.
Very sleepily and not scary
South and north - everything was mixed.
The wind dusty demolides the towers ...
Waiting for my other joy.

In the mail, there is no letters from God,
And there are no sensations in newspapers,
I want to stay with you
I want to be with you...

In the heart - summer, no tickets,
Clouds in the sky sun hide.
Stumbling about signs
It is waiting for another, not otherwise.
Cities where we don't know
Waiting for us, pulling his wrists,
I love you, bad
And almost someone else's happiness.

In the mail, there is no letters from God,
And there are no sensations in newspapers,
I want to stay with you
I want to be with you...

In the mail, there is no letters from God,
And there are no sensations in newspapers,
I want to stay with you
I want to be with you...