Текст песни Гости из будущего - Метка судьба стреляет редко

I like Yuri Gagarin in your microcosm
All that thought, and I know
and I know that after
About you are not dreaming, without you suffering
Smiling gently, open your door
I assure you yourself create empty
You're not mine, and I love more
Only still something I wins
Your hands in the opposite convince me

Chorus:
Label Label Label fate shoots rarely Rarely
will not fall, branch branch line was flexible
baby baby
I am not your friend

I like Fyodor Mikhailovich with his idiot
I'll unravel for the first three notes
My diagnosis is sad, sick do not try
As melting snow maiden to you touching
Thoughts color Marengo, indigo sky
our children's happiness is still wildly
The voice of sweet syrup, vanilla-colored skin
Your lips again, not to have pleased