Текст песни Ночные снайперы - Русский пасажир

Would live a little and already on the palms
Noticeable signs of clear ice but on the streets
City at dusk melt the same lights
Under the Bridges dancing tears-washed the same water
What is heat melted not trusting the palms

A sudden summer caught on the spire of the tower
And trembles with fear ringing sleeves and wind
And the rough fabric of his evening dresses flying over the crowd
And no matter what so fast-sweet to me
It is approaching the sky and no matter how far so fast
Quickly and bitter leaves left love

It smells of Russian folklore and even though my father never
He did not like bread and salt over this role we shared
Always half were fed cooked for us pain
He comprehended its essence
Hands stretched for half a century at the seams faster than I
Of nothing mole

But on the river ice and go over the bridge, I'm going
We say goodbye to you from the cold water
Overtaking itself death is at the helm and in her eyes
Glitter latest Star hurry hurry
There's been waiting for me
It does not matter whose turn to Now
The order of the do not count

Would live a little and already on the palms
Noticeable signs of clear ice but on the streets
City at dusk melt the same lights
Under the Bridges dancing tears-washed the same
Water