Текст песни Газеты пишут - Песня о Москве

walking on snow-covered Moscow
I quickly get used to the cold,
I just mix up in a dream
you look at the old address.
time here, though a bullet right on target.
and people passing, past the ring.
I need to be in the air and go home.
but the snow is coming and I'm looking for you.

I stand as if in traffic,
in the cardboard box
and will face in my memory.
my life is on the palms,
River lines except
except the one that remained in a red September.

what a cold winter,
as a punishment for all.
and this city is the ice at your feet,
not spare, bring plenty.
what a beautiful winter
and someone notation, fine.
you know. Planet has Moscow,
another. and she lives on it.

I stand as if in traffic,
in the cardboard box
and will face in my memory.
my life is on the palms,
River lines except
except the one that remained in a red September.