Текст песни Rita - Erev kakhol amok

Evening navy
Ringed bloody color
He fills the tube Smell of incense
And he said to me softly:
& quot; Maybe soon
Maybe soon ... & quot;
How deep vechor
How sweet it is, our navy blue.
So why not say
It is clear and unambiguous,
What do you wish again
Hug again
Hug again.
That blue is no faith
Its depth - no action
And you want me sometimes
Fall on the sword before you.
Fall, fall on the sword
During the evening, did not return. Evening misty blue
He took the ring as a clear month.
Just come soon
Without saying a word,
Like Ryskov victim
Gulp again
Gulp again ...
But blue eyes no faith
Their depth without measure
And you want me sometimes
Fall on the sword before you.
Fall, fall on the sword
During the evening, did not return.