Текст песни Сенчина Людмила и Игорь Тальков - У твоего окна

You pressed the pedal all , temples pounding blood
You're so afraid of being late to the name of love
You're so afraid of being late to the name of love

I aim seemed clear , I was young and bold
And how many words have time to tell a vain

Ah, if only to know at that time
That somewhere you are one
I like the look of the city
From your window (2)

Scribbled notebooks in the table do not count
They are passionate verses you all have a good cry
Under the sun in a paper lampshade withered bush
And otshumeli tempest in a teapot imaginary feelings

Well, who knew at that time
That somewhere you are one
I like the look of the city
From your window (2)

That is why , my dear , I laconic
When swim beneath us and the sky and the earth
When the controversy subsides and falls asleep house
And blooms city for your window