Текст песни особые условия - на пустой мостовой

Raindrops on an empty pavement,
I stand and look into the fog.
From the bulk of the houses heard the wind howl
City as well as I drunk again.

A myriad of lights through the veins of roads
The oceans are a strange destiny.
Here at each door hard lock,
We are slaves of doors and locks.

But the invigorating freshness of dawn hour
Over the Great Moscow River.
Forever fascinates and attracts us
And it becomes our destiny. Our destiny. Our destiny. Our destiny

Once again, the rain on the empty bridge,
I lay me mist.
From the bulk of the houses heard the wind howl
City as well as I drunk again.

A myriad of lights through the veins of roads
The oceans are a strange destiny.
Here at each door hard lock,
We are slaves of doors and locks.

Rise and falling face in the dirt,
Just like everything around.
I live in this city and in your home
I come back at the sound of the drops. Capel knock. Capel knock.
Capel knock.