Текст песни Борис Большаков - Бегут часы

Again night stole the sounds of the day ,
The gray sky first white snow .
He seemed to fall on me ,
He was lying on his chest , like a living talisman .

[chorus]

Lone Star , unnamed star
Shining over me .
Single - never mind : cold succeeds heat.
On the table, a glass of wine , no! - Darkened light.
Not disturbing the silence , but the barking dogs ,
They run the clock .

Again the night - the road of true words.
Yellow month wandering the steppes .
He seemed to be in charge of the role collection.
He looked at his watch , he watched , he was waiting for ...