Текст песни Арсен Мірзоян-Бабурка - Тісто

The bar is not closed, look for me with your eyes
 I have a reason for you. Ginu - hooked
 Flying glasses, as always - little
 the evening will end
 fur - on your shoulder

 Of course, we're mixed from different dough
 And the Chef did it on purpose
 And we will not repeat three hundred years.
 Pure white linen on the shelves,
 and arrival times are just numbers,
 but the first step to the "three hundred" site.

 Morning tightens eyes, insomnia steals nights
 and I'm looking for phrases to say it all at once.
 Do I still think there is something missing
 Can everything pass,
 are you in your heart for a long time? ..

 Of course, we mixed from different dough
 And the Chef did it on purpose
 And we will not repeat three hundred years.
 Pure white linen on the shelves,
 and arrival times are just numbers,
 but the first step to the "three hundred" site.

 Buttons

 Tickets have already been purchased, wheels are knocking,
 dreams are sniffed and the schedule is not waiting.
 Silly circumstances have surrounded me,
 you have been deprived - my words will not come!

 And everyone has their own coat,
 Buttons - alternately from the bottom up
 Someone stole my heart, but I know -
 I will recognize in the eyes of the robber
 top to bottom, bottom to top.

 And coffee by the river in a sleepless oven
 beaten by habit and head in the morning,
 your flaws are empty fingerprints,
 about colic that won't fly my words!

 And everyone has their own coat
 Buttons - alternately from the bottom up
 Someone stole my heart, but I know -
 I will recognize in the eyes of the robber
 top to bottom, bottom to top.