Текст песни Илья Корнилов - Путана

Red wine in your glass
And you are at the table, one in the restaurant.
In your hand is smoking a cigarette
And seductive, you're dressed like that.

Do you believe that the time will come
And you'll forget the painful burden
When love gave unloved
And the whole world was suddenly out of favor.

A night bird with a wounded fate
As in the cell you are always in bondage.
But escape from no more strength
And God forgave you long ago.

You wanted to be queen of the ball
And the beauty of its all lit up.
Last year, and the birds flew,
And you again in a strange bed.

In your eyes, and the passion and lies
Depicts a sweet shiver.
In love you like a hurricane and fire
That's just in the heart of cold stone.

A night bird with a wounded fate
As in the cell you are always in bondage.
But escape from no more strength
And God forgave you long ago.