Текст песни Винтаж и Владимир Пресняков - Амстердам

He, of course, God,
Light and beautiful.
Walks on the ground
In a hat and coat.

[Vladimir Presnyakov]
And in her eyes
There is no shade of false.
Oh, what a pity that so late
He met her.

[Anna Pletnev]
Short Happiness Mig.

[Vladimir Presnyakov]
Without the right to love

I am pretending to not notice ...

Chorus:
My Amsterdam
Goodbye to the emergency!
I'm leaving, dropping leaves from the roofs.
You never
No longer be the same
My Amsterdam ...
Oh ... oh ...
My Amsterdam ...
Oh ... oh ...

[Anna Plenev]
My Nesthesky Mir
You have in your palms.
Want, take away,
In the frame under glass

[Vladimir Presnyakov]
And my love
Let you not touch you ..
Only light wind
He knocks on your window.

[Anna Pletnev]
Short Happiness Mig.

[Vladimir Presnyakov]
Without the right to love

I am pretending to not notice ...

Chorus:
My Amsterdam
Goodbye to the emergency!
I'm leaving, dropping leaves from the roofs.
You never
No longer be the same
My Amsterdam ...
Oh ... oh ...
My Amsterdam ...
Oh ... oh ...

Loss.

Chorus:
My Amsterdam
Goodbye to the emergency!
I'm leaving, dropping leaves from the roofs.
You never
No longer be the same
My Amsterdam ...
Oh ... oh ...
My Amsterdam ...
Oh ... oh ...