Текст песни Илья Черт - Финский залив

You, all the best to you!
And the White House on the bank.
In flight, the eternal I fly
hoping to get. All that can not be
eat -

in his pocket. And something orbit
my blood boils in the river.
Bells ringing in the backpack,
You discreetly hide

in the crowd, which wants to cuddle,
embrace all the shoulder.
Hold the collar of children
over white inflatable ball
under the bridge.

I soon at hand, but this
I may not be enough.
Get into the last car, I meet
no promises. September

bay and sea gulls over the water,
and a white house on the ...
I sit tucked her knees on the bathroom floor.
I will come - tu-tu-tu ..