Author: Sergey Nagovitsyn
Artist: Alexander Ladygin
City meetings, old motif,
Moscow evening, sleeping array,
Ice slides, screams of guys, met you.
Snow drifts, from cedar nut
We both stood looking up
I was crumpling a pack of cigarettes in my hand
"Hello, hello!"
Chorus:
A golden star fell from the sky.
"Didn't you make a wish?" "No." "Well, as always."
You won't excuse me, of course
Or maybe it's all from the beginning, why are you silent?
Sleeping bullfinch cheekily on the wires
"How are you, okay?" "Yes, as always,
Home family work." "Are we forging money?
Today what?" "Saturday." "So, maybe we'll go out?"
White birch trees, winter picnic
The wind is frosty by the collar
You, me and the roses, a night in January, alone.
Chorus.
A golden star fell from the sky.
"Didn't you make a wish?" "No." "Well, as always."
You won't excuse me, of course
Or maybe it's all from the beginning, why are you silent?
The light of the moon is sad and hurts the eyes
Is it all accidental somehow? "Well, how to say it."
"Listen, maybe tomorrow. Maybe for tea?"
"No, that's it, goodbye!"
Chorus.
A golden star fell from the sky.
"Didn't you make a wish?" "No." "Well, as always."
You won't excuse me, of course
Or maybe it's all from the beginning, why are you silent?
15 апр 2022