Текст песни Игорь Тальков - У твоего окна

I pressed all the pedals
blood gushed in his temples.
I was so afraid of being late to the country
Called love
I was still afraid of being late to the country
Called love.

The goal seemed clear to me
I was so young and brave
And so many words
Speak yspell.

Oh, if I only knew at ty,
That somewhere you are alone!
I like to look at the city
From your window.
I like to look at the city
From your window.

Of written notebooks
there is no crunch in the table,
in them with ardent verses
I cried all over.

Under the sun in the lampshade
Faded paper cut,
And drive off the storm
in a glass of imaginary feelings.

Oh, if I only knew at ty,
That somewhere you are alone!
I like to look at the city
From your window.

that's why, my dear,
I am not verbose,
When it floats above us
Both heaven and earth,

When disputes subside
And the house freezes
And the city blooms
Outside your window.

When disputes subside
And the house freezes
And the city blooms
Outside your window.