Текст песни Ирина Билык - Туфли

New shoes bought in a hurry
Maybe for good luck, and maybe a laugh
The new dress sewn per day
Our love remained minute
Our love ....

I'm running, not including the light
Just a stranger, this alien ...
We do not need empty interrogations
To hell with questions! questions about happiness ..
Just a question ...

In a small cup of black coffee sleeps
In a white piece of paper white crumbs
Birds let sklyuyut potion
But we remain in a white bed
The white bed ... we ...

New shoes bought in a hurry
Maybe for good luck, and maybe a laugh
Heart, do not cry! I, too, was afraid
Our love of what is left?
Our love ... Why?