Текст песни Mita Fomin - Восточный Экспресс

If Tomorrow Comes
That would not remember.
The smell of love from a previous life
The memory is not to look.

Time stretches, stretches rides Orient Express.
And the picture away from the rain on the glass.

After a couple of days Continent
In the heart of a dream, a revolver in his pocket.
Take me to disappear Orient Express.
After a couple of days Continent
In the heart of a dream, a revolver in his pocket.
Take me, I was raised to Orient Express.

Who is silent on the anti-
Coffee had time to cool down.
He is like good cop
Do not allow smoking.

Time stretches, stretches rides Orient Express.
And the picture away from the rain on the glass.

After a couple of days Continent
In the heart of a dream, a revolver in his pocket.
Take me to disappear Orient Express.
After a couple of days Continent
In the heart of a dream, a revolver in his pocket.
Take me, I was raised to Orient Express.