Текст песни Штиль - Последний романтик

Bonfire goes out. Thought up.
It's time to me. It's time to the will.
Your fears between us hung.
Leave pity silence and peace.
With you experience, with me there will be time,
But living for a long time, does not mean to be wise.
I stayed alone, lost my tribe.
I am the last romantic. To be the last so hard ...

I know. where the sun gets up
I hear how birds sing,
I know how the sea smells,
I believe in the rustle page,
I see the appearance of the fall,
I remember the pain of parting,
I like a steel plant
I understand everything in advance.

My place, I can share.
Give the soul, although you can leave.
I'm close here, I need to reveal,
It's hard to be so hard, you can't imagine.

I know. where the sun gets up
I hear how birds sing,
I know how the sea smells,
I believe in the rustle page,
I remember the appearance of the fall,
I know the pain of parting,
I like a steel plant
I understand everything in advance.