Words: Kostyushkin S.
Music: Senkov D.
© CJSC “S.B.A. Music Publishing »
Let me drag out, but you quit
With you toss, especially in the fall.
Who are you going to, Captain America,
Please, dear, do not start a tantrum.
Come on, come on, say hello
Wild orchids from broken lilacs,
Come on, come on, say hello
Filled with glasses from a broken glass.
Come on, come on, say hello
Wild orchids from broken lilacs,
Come on, come on, say hello
Filled with glasses from a broken glass.
Thank you for holding on
Yes, it’s just still hard to believe.
Now you will leave, the doors will close,
And it will only begin, or rather, end.
Come on, come on, say hello
Wild orchids from broken lilacs,
Come on, come on, say hello
Filled with glasses from a broken glass.
Come on, come on, say hello
Wild orchids from broken lilacs,
Come on, come on, say hello
Filled with glasses from a broken glass.
Let me drag out, but you quit
With you toss, especially in the fall.
To whom are you leaving, my future-ex,
Sorry, dear, forgive me, hear.
Come on, come on, say hello
Wild orchids from broken lilacs,
Come on, come on, say hello
Filled with glasses from a broken glass.
Come on, come on, say hello
Wild orchids from broken lilacs,
Come on, come on, say hello
Filled with glasses from a broken glass.
