Текст песни Игорь Лазарев - Окошко

I stepped onto the platform and breathed with difficulty
Morning Moscow stuffy oxygen.
So, again, I'll start nedosypaet
And go down as some of Orpheus in the Metro

Close city that still I could not
No matter what pouyutnee exchange.
Here is lit among hundreds of others houses
Beacon window, where waiting for me.

And in your eyes - clear rays
And in my pocket - your keys
And happiness - even though you laugh, though silent,
And yet in hours something Know yourself knocks
What a laugh we, the silent

It's a blessing I do not fit in a string
And what else to talk about
How to stream pripadaet withered mouth
How to drink plain water sip?

How many novelty lies in anyone
In the smallest of the small things,
As in all freestyle and hot
Blooms joy we have with you?

And do not believe that a living while
And in my hand, your hand
And what is the happiness of a fool?
And in your eyes - deep river
And it floating clouds.