Singer: Friends Of Gagarin

I know how to say goodbye to friends,
Embracing before a long journey.
And let the destiny will not be another strict.
I know how to say goodbye to friends.
And grateful for each new day
And yet... so often lacking.
And a heartbeat means the heart knows!
And grateful for each new day...

I saw where dawn is born:
And the mountains are gradually melting in the haze,
And see the sun only half...
I saw where the dawn is born.
On mechutanim turns
I remembered your poems and songs.
I was not alone there - we were together...
On mechutanim turns.

I know there are cities with
We are married to the sea,
And the sea gently pampers the surf.
I know there are cities!
I know there are cranks,
Which nothing in return is not necessary:
One freedom is the best reward.
I know there are cranks!

I love her quiet song,
Bank of the nerve cells.
We sat with her till night together
And Smoking in the stairwell,
Smoke pulled the cool of the night
Drafts of open Windows,
In miracles we now have to believe,
Or maybe go under God.

Yes, I will always be there
At a distance of sight,
The frequency of your pulse
I will, don't worry.

Let this day will be remembered in prayer,
The Church door is always open
And there is a place for new candles.
The voices you hear - please turn
Call to return back,
But this way to meet new people.

Heart breathes coasts
Bird up between the cliffs of snow,
Snow miles pulls wheels
Tearing Blizzard.
Hands warm once the sun
Great Crimean winds
Fed answers
And go to bed.

This path let him start with alarm,
With the dust of a country road
And warm up in the snow.
With mountain rivers, with the palm of your hand, ataliva thirst.
Every step now is important
Each spikelet in the fields.

Through the thorns to the stars
Through this damn fog,
While that is not later
Will meet us.
I dropped everything on the map
All things weaved myself.
There is no road back.
To meet us.

Slender legs, souls trampled,
Heart lipstick smeared all.
In memory dried next to the pantyhose
The light feeling my.

How many hours allotted to us?
How many hours with you we have lived?
I don't want to lost
The others watch.

Painted souls random encounters,
Sonorous notes heart noise.
In the foreground stand unnoticed.
The hall is not visible - lighted, silent.

There was not, and never will be
Two same ghostly fate
Different left our ships, cities...
Well, leave me, if possible,
Shots in the mirror, not to worry.
To the side, so as not to hurt the pieces my, get away,
On the heels of a broken heart go.

We have become like more Mature and closer to each other.
Like the last-minute pull
Of all the irresponsible thrown into the abyss for hours.
Touch me not with words or thoughts;
Time will not cure, we are too dependent
From those in front of the pupils.