Кадиллак Флитвуд - Santa Fe - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

And everything would be fine, but there were no lips, hot and tender, the hands of simple and caring, quiet and timid words. When he approached the cafe, it was midnight. He went into the cafe to taste the hot espresso. This delicious espresso was preparing here, in the room with the Santa Fe sign. Opposite Santa Fe was another drinking establishment, a tavern with huge impressive glass windows. He drank a little coffee and looked out the window. A young girl, gently crouching on the edge of a high chair, casually ran her hands on silk hair. Today she could not sleep. He saw how the stranger took out her BlackBerry, printed a couple of lines, raising her eyes, looked into the void, and drank a sip of barely warm glance. That night they did not meet, and the fountain, noisy nearby, reminded him of that stranger.