Текст песни Иван Милашов - Месяц светит

Ceiling - sky, snatch eyes,
Shines from the ceiling star.
Not places make us
We make places.

At the table leaning, I breathe.
In the sky noise, and what do I have noise?
Month shines, month of rights,
The month shines to me on the drill.

Maybe I love to give over the years?
But in the breast the pain is the same.
Even if I won't give you
You yourself give up.

At the table leaning, I breathe.
In the sky noise, and what do I have noise?
Month shines, month of rights,
The month shines to me on the drill.