Виталий львов - минуты тают - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Every evening at the window, you sit and look into the sky, opening your eyes, there is no sadness and no love, maybe this is waiting for you ahead ... Minutes melt in front of your eyes, with your time it takes them back, and not to return all the dreams that you wanted you ... again summer and you are in longing, the thread of Ariadne leads him to you, like a thunder and a storm, love the element will brightly illuminate you ...