Текст песни Пикник - Я почти итальянец

(E.Shklyarsky)

You thought - we are the children of white cold
You think - we do not take a step,
And the new winds will return no sooner
What do you count to a hundred.

You thought - our deep breath,
You thought - maybe we shackled sleep
And we saw the sun, opened the windows,
Otherwise, why all this?

Again I wanted to heat, I'm waiting,
What now my heart melted.
I almost Italian.
I almost Italian.
Maybe what I was waiting for has already begun,
And I was spinning in a fantastic dance.
I almost Italian.

You thought - the fire extinguished in our house,
You thought - we argue again about anything,
And we opened the doors and windows open,
Otherwise, why all this?

Again I wanted to heat, I'm waiting,
What now my heart melted.
I almost Italian.
I almost Italian.
Maybe what I was waiting for has already begun,
And I was spinning in a fantastic dance.
I almost Italian.
I almost Italian.
I almost Italian ...
I almost Italian ...

I almost Italian.