Текст песни Пока рояль проигрывает свою партию блюза - Мимо пустых улиц

Past the empty streets on wet asphalt
four in the morning in Marx both in the Arbat
The cool wind and the smell of the sea is not a single soul
City relaxed the flow from the shower machines

A breath of fresh air, and I will remember you
Yes I know nobody asked me then to go
Who alone is easier to understand what is
The cool wind through the streets to walk and walk

Standing on a cliff, I see the sun rise
In the same rhythm as always throughout the year
Prosypaetsya city and I can not sleep for a long time
I'm in a unique regional capital

With the rumble in the distance raced first trollebus
Overhead, birds singing translate gaze to the sky
Splashes in the face and the rain will not let me fly
I'll stay here in their usual worldliness

Frankly, even in cold autumn jacket
The puddles on the chalk washed off by rain of children's drawings
Gently walking was audible as someone sings
I turned around and saw her stunned

Twenty-den flesh-colored tights
Pink dress buddto lady came out of the summer
Through tear-stained eyes can not see the soul
It was a modest holding a bag made of suede

Now she's singing smiling someone's ringtone
He gave her jacket to explain what is going home
Two hours later, the bus will be waiting at the bottom
Taxi whisper lost love nothing special

I told the driver to stop at the ATM
I wanted to go with her but she said she did not need to firmly
One last look in the taxi, I was left alone
The city around suffocating flow machines

As long as the piano plays his game Blues
Your eyes again mascara streams down her cheeks
Voiced I cry your Art
All of it is ready again for the nights not sleeping

Open window view flying in depth
The sky and the hills crowns the old forest
Perhaps now the somknite eyes only in the morning
Leaving with you thoughts and feelings in the appendage