Текст песни Саша Моцарт - Дом В Котором Тебя Больше Нет

The last stroke of the wing
We do not fly anywhere
Winter has come
It is covered with a mantle of snow Crimea

On a small table
Your lipstick and your spirits
Getting warmer,
It becomes clear and everything ...

    The house in which you are no more
    Fake ghostly light
    Enveloped consciousness

    So - it was always with me
    I do not know what I expected,
    After all, he knew everything in advance

From the spark of tenderness
Your eyes are now distant
I remember the look
And the wings are lowered

We can not remain silent about what (but we are silent)
And cold ice does not break
And even in the warm Crimea
Already came cold winter

    The house in which you are no more
    Fake ghostly light
    Enveloped consciousness

    So - it was always with me
    I do not know what I expected,
    After all, he knew everything in advance