Наталия Тараненко - Вечная Ностальгия
текст песни

Eternal nostalgia

on fragments of knocked out windows
The sun draws our portraits,
Like glasses with orange juice
Fills with motive for purchases

and on our long and fluffy eyelashes
The gray soot of the stations settles,
The wind kisses pale faces
The wind takes away fatigue with it

________ tied us with you
________________ threads are thin and tight,
________ and love flows on them
________________ Eternal nostalgia,
________ and injures her pain,
________________ and pulls its thread,
________ bites her infusion,
________________ not to drink it!

Games on holidays, flags on the thread,
The train of the sun at the station is noon,
on a colored beautiful postcard
the days that we will remember

We mix paints, times, plots,
We will shake off our disputes from cigarette butts,
We will strive confetti on the thread of light,
We will sign the frescoes of spring fences

________ tied us with you
________________ threads are thin and tight,
________ and love flows on them
________________ Eternal nostalgia,
________ and injures her pain,
________________ and pulls its thread,
________ bites her infusion,
________________ not to drink it!