Текст песни Полный Состав - Печальный Луноход

I'll sit on the ledge and wait for the sunrise,
And will question about the life of a sad rover.
I harmonica him to play a waltz,
We mourn a little bit and optional romance.

Chorus 1:
And in November, the moon slush and cold,
Nobody gives concerts, does not invite on the cake.
And yet for him it's all nonsense,
But the New Year he might die.

About the little prince, he honors aloud
And about the wonderful bird, probably, ROC ...
But the fear that all in vain, I do not give sleep
And the stars on empty chest shot!

Chorus 2:
And in November, the moon slush and cold,
No one would go for a walk and did not offer a crossword puzzle.
And yet for him it's all nonsense,
But the New Year he might die.

Solo.
Chorus 1.
Chorus 2.