Текст песни Игорь Тальков - Мне нравится смотреть на город из твоего окна

I pressed on all the pedals in his temples pounding blood
I was so afraid of being late to the name of love
I'm afraid to be late to the name of love
I aim seemed clear , I was young and bold
And so many words tell a vain had

Ah, if only to know at that time
That somewhere you are one
I like the look of the city
From your window

Scribbled notebooks in the table do not count
They are passionate poems I have a good cry all
Under the sun in a paper lampshade withered bush
And otshumeli tempest in a teapot imaginary feelings

Ah, if only to know at that time
That somewhere you are one
I like the look of the city
From your window

That is why , my dear, I'm reticent
When floating above us and the sky and the earth
When the controversy subsides and fades house
And blooms city for your window