Текст песни Африка и Вячеслав Лощилов - Я здесь был

Morning treasures the east
Gold trembles with delight
To each his own dance on the ice.
He is jealous of his songs,
She is much more interesting
With those who are in the front row.

I smoked.
Fatigue knotted,
Threw away
He asked for tenacious words from the sky,
Begged.

I was here ...

The exit is where the entrance is not the exit,
Zeroing, swapping,
A series of past awards.
Names don't remember faces
But having tasted the walls of others
A rare guest came back.

I smoked.
Fatigue knotted,
Threw away
He asked for tenacious words from the sky
Begged.
I was here.

I was here!
Beeswax heat drank
Through the eyes of the stars, beauty stole,
Under the sky, he died, he lived.
I was here
I was taken, I took someone,
They baptized with water, awakened by fire,
I began to see at night as well as by day!

I was here.

Morning treasures the east
Gold trembles with delight
To each his own dance on the ice ...