| Ruslan Maynov-Bitter moon I walk to the sleeping streets, and the city is bathed in linden pollen... Like collected in raindrops you rain on me, I feel you again and again, and just fly ... Bitter moon, bitterness spilled over the city... Come with me, I want to fly with you / 2x / How many words I'm looking for you, but I not find even one... And with speechless lips I kiss you, I want you in this moment that it's only once... Bitter Moon, bitterness spilled over the city... Come with me, I want to fly with you / 5x / |
