RIHTER - DETKA
текст песни

Not to bend, do not rot lights,
We stand on the edge alone
Everything you want - it will rush into the sky,
Your tenderness is asking for your hands.
In these blue eyes the answer,
The Golden Star is my light,
Everything you want - it turned out so
I carry you on my hands

Hold on my hand, hold my hand
I feel good with you
Hold on my hand tightly, hold
There are two of us in this sky.

I hear you forever
I'm with you to the end baby
Everything you want - it turned out like this
We were raised by the sky on our hands.