Гуляй рванина, Рум - Четыре сезона - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Moscow does not believe in tears, Moscow really fuck, and it smells of fries, with bare feet on warm asphalt, and the old piano plays so sadly, and time pedals, and already dawn in his native places, and the sky is blue like her eyes, and I look back But already again ...