Текст песни Либидо - Мятный чай

Outside, almost inaudibly melts the snows of yesteryear
Cigarettes one by one .. My dream short century
You know, I do not believe it. The phone line is silent
Night, Moscow, and many of the same as I do not sleep

On the table hot mint tea
The park went quietly old tram.
You will hear a real hit on the airwaves
Maybe you remember me

Outside the window completely melted the snows of yesteryear
Chill on the skin drops on glass Dawn
I'll get your picture in gloss kiss timidly
And neighbors in windows the lights go down

On the table hot mint tea
The park went quietly old tram.
You will hear a real hit on the airwaves
Maybe you remember me