Текст песни Павел Пиковский - Иду

Coming ... in ruined Moscow ...
Through the houses and through the square
Through the shadows and rains and puddles
Coming ... Through cold Petersburg ...
I cut as a surgeon
All dreams and no one needs
Come back ... I ask you come back
Turn around at night,
Warm in cold
I am here ... you know that I am here
Infinitely yours and the whole is condemned
Coming ... Through lost New York ...
Where stone delight,
Skyscrapers in the rain get wet
Coming ... Through Delhi and Bombay
Indian have rains
Its own special taste
But the darkness in the window
For what ... So answer me answer
It was necessary to die the world
Come back ... I ask you come back
Light at night turn around, lyre
Fly away ... the Lord is with you
Fly away, we take this fight
And a drop of wet rain
On the skin of the first snow
And on the blade razor chieftain
Who has ... no friends, no enemies ...
Coming ... Through lost Berlin
Where the road is carpet
And the darkness of the night will fall on him
Coming ... Through the tattered Madrid
The one that does not burn with passion
And quietly knits the darkness
But I ... I'm alive while I go
And in my soul I spin
Rain word
And I ... Do not look at this rain
I still believe, you will come
To me again
Fly away, the Lord is with you
Fly away, we take this fight
And a drop of wet rain
On the skin of the first snow
And on the blade razor chieftain
Who has no friends, no enemies ...