Эдипов Комплекс

I like sitting in Your arms tonight
Sitting with eyes wide open to the real word
I like drawing on Your fashionable rights
Anyway I know it’s better then say:
Old Mother Europe is so tired
And I say:
Old Mother Europe is quite tired
Bye, bye Mother, I am flying so high
You’ve grown too old just trying to get younger
I like sitting in Your arms tonight
But there’s so cold I can’t stand Your growing older Mother
Old Mother Europe is so tired
And I say:
Old Mother Europe is quite tired