Радослава Богуславская - Нью-Йорк - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I would like blind rain, so that golden colors flew into the sky. Someone, just not me, will keep himself running from these thoughts of stupid. If you want to leave for New York, we’ll throw things into the suitcases and go to ride. If you bring me ... you can believe, I will not stop falling in love with this world. Chorus. For a month I will drink again, I will go out again on the flight, I serve a mess of melodies. I know tomorrow lucky, I will write it down in a notebook: "Glad, tomorrow is your day!" I would have summer in winter, or someone who will help me warm up in the cold. And so that he is only mine and among all his gifts, I would choose the heart ..