Текст песни Гости из будущего - Метко

I like Yuri Gagarin in your microcosm
All that had to know, and I know that after
About you are not dreaming, without suffering without you
Smiling gently open your door
I assure yourself - you create an empty
You're not mine, and I love the other
Only after all something leads me
Your hands in the opposite convince me

Aptly, aptly aptly
Fate shoots. Rarely rarely seldom
Misses. The branch, branch, branch
It was resilient. Baby, baby
I am not your friend

I like Fedor Mihalitch with his "idiot"
I'll unravel the first three notes
My diagnosis is sad, sick do not try
As melting snow maiden to you touching
Thoughts Jacob Morenga color, indigo sky
Our children's happiness - it's still wildly
The voice is sweeter than syrup, vanilla-colored skin
Your lips again, not to please the

Aptly, aptly aptly
Fate shoots. Rarely rarely seldom
Misses. The branch, branch, branch
It was resilient. Baby, baby
I am not your friend