Lyrics Павел Кашин - Луна
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Тепло от огня старых ветряных мельниц любви у меня в груди.
Один пробираюсь ночным теплым небом судьбы всем мечтам назло.
Пилот — белый чопорный ангел, так верящий в крылья, мне дал вина
Волна нежных мыслей наполнит мне сердце, да поздно,
А за стеклом
Такая белая, беглая луна.
Белая, беглая луна.
Такая белая, беглая луна.
Белая, беглая…
Вокзал электрический вырвал мне сердце, которым я так любил.
Копил по весенним лучам это нежное море смертям назло.
Hесломанным голосом пели мне ангелы что-то о грустных снах
Стена чёрных мыслей плеснула мне в сердце и больно,
А за стеклом
Такая белая, беглая луна.
Белая. беглая луна.
Такая белая, беглая луна.
Белая, беглая…
Heat from the fire of old windmills of love is in my chest.
One makes my way through the night warm sky of fate to all dreams of spite.
The pilot is a white prim joke, so believing in wings, I was given wine
A wave of gentle thoughts will fill my heart, yes late,
And behind the glass
Such a white, fluent moon.
A white, fluent moon.
Such a white, fluent moon.
White, fluent ...
The electric station pulled out my heart, which I loved so much.
Kopil by spring rays this gentle sea of death to spite.
In a broken voice, angels sang something to me about sad dreams
The wall of black thoughts splashed in my heart and hurt,
And behind the glass
Such a white, fluent moon.
White. a runaway moon.
Such a white, fluent moon.
White, fluent ...
One makes my way through the night warm sky of fate to all dreams of spite.
The pilot is a white prim joke, so believing in wings, I was given wine
A wave of gentle thoughts will fill my heart, yes late,
And behind the glass
Such a white, fluent moon.
A white, fluent moon.
Such a white, fluent moon.
White, fluent ...
The electric station pulled out my heart, which I loved so much.
Kopil by spring rays this gentle sea of death to spite.
In a broken voice, angels sang something to me about sad dreams
The wall of black thoughts splashed in my heart and hurt,
And behind the glass
Such a white, fluent moon.
White. a runaway moon.
Such a white, fluent moon.
White, fluent ...