Текст песни Игорь Тальков - Мне нравится смотреть на город из твоего окна

I pressed on all pedals, blood pounding in his temples
I was so afraid of being late to the country with the name of love
I'm afraid of being late to the name of love
I aim seemed clear , I was young and bold
And many words tell a vain had

Oh, if only to know at the time
That somewhere you alone
I like the look of the city
From your window

Scribbled notebooks in the table do not count
They are passionate poems I cry all
Under the sun in the shade withered paper bush
And otshumeli tempest in a teapot imaginary feelings

Oh, if only to know at the time
That somewhere you alone
I like the look of the city
From your window

That is why , my dear, I'm reticent
When floating above us and the sky and the earth
When the controversy subsides and fades house
And the city blooms for your window