Текст песни Искусство Быть Мадридцем - Маяк

I hate the stars
And in this you are guilty
I loved them once
Languidly watched the sky !
I'm proud of potholes
galloping . I - Tula gingerbread !
Stay was a meanly
I have learned

At the lighthouse melancholy
He shines in the depths of meaning
He knows how beautiful
Shining in the course of the whistle
For those who love me
I'll be anyone
I hid in the sleeve
A lump of love !

Purple scarf around his neck
Forever White from the sky
Cold but hot
Similar to treason
Fold in the palm of dreams
It will warm you
I hate the stars
They lied