Текст песни Дмитрий Маликов - Выпью до дна

Composer - Dmitry Malikov
Word - Liliya Vinogradova

Flocks of birds flying off the window,
Gold eyelashes trembling, old house.
In the ocean of lunar distances we mindlessly went to the bottom.
Drops of wax, drops of love in silk,
Stopped sigh your running seconds,
The hands at the constellations we fell asleep.

Chorus:
I drink to the dregs the bitter memories of honey,
I do not regret it all goes: separation of the meeting, the names of ...

Looks bewildered mirrors - our duet,
I was looking for a lot of other years,
But repetition is not met and it is not necessary to look for them.
Far Beach last seen nearly passions,
I do not wait for news from there, I do not.
Only occasionally with a gentle sadness I recall.