Текст песни Никита Дорофеев - Комета

As the fate of a hurry, taking look at the view,
Days and nights are wound on its spindle.
As there would be heat and light from the stargazing ....
But now you're not here, so dark.

It flies one star in the black sky turning cold,
And bravely cut the night white whip of its tail.
Dormant Love girl in thin fingers Amadeus.
Music slumbers in the white sheet.

This autumn came, a breath of inspiration department.
Ringing porcelain hearts. Splash of breaking glass.
It roam the cold, everything cleared.
But the star is flying to you and why - heat.

This morning, Sept. drives away the shadow of the light,
Thin blade beam cutting waking from sleep.
Do not hurry to open their eyes - there's my flying comet.
Sleeps love Amadeus and is therefore - spring.