Отель - Александр Буйнов

Сгорает осень над печалях и гибнет золото рябин.

С любовью мы чуть запоздали, ты не одна, я не один.

Тебя ждет дома муж довольный, меня прелестная жена.

Но почему скажи так больно я не один, ты не одна.

Припев:

В чужом отеле полумрак, шампанское в бокале.

Шептали губы нам пора, а руки не пускали.

В чужом отеле за стеной шел дождь и пели грозы.

Мы были счастливы с тобой, все остальное проза.

Цветы и складки на постели, вином залитый тонкий шелк.

Как много мы сказать хотели — не уходи, побудь еще.

Не уходи, дай наглядеться.

Хочу испить я все до дна.

И разрываются два сердца.

Я не один, ты не одна.

Припев:

В чужом отеле полумрак, шампанское в бокале.

Шептали губы нам пора, а руки не пускали.

В чужом отеле за стеной шел дождь и пели грозы.

Мы были счастливы с тобой, все остальное проза.

В чужом отеле полумрак, шампанское в бокале.

Шептали губы нам пора, а руки не пускали.

В чужом отеле за стеной шел дождь и пели грозы.

Мы были счастливы с тобой, все остальное проза.

Autumn burns over sorrows and the gold of mountain ash perishes.

With love, we are a little late, you are not alone, I am not alone.

A satisfied husband is waiting for you at home, a lovely wife is waiting for me.

But why say it hurts so much I'm not alone, you're not alone.

Chorus:

It's twilight in someone else's hotel, champagne in a glass.

Lips whispered it's time for us, but hands didn't let go.

It was raining and thunderstorms were singing in someone else's hotel behind the wall.

We were happy with you, everything else is prose.

Flowers and folds on the bed, fine silk drenched in wine.

How much we wanted to say - don't leave, stay some more.

Don't leave, let me see.

I want to drink everything to the bottom.

And two hearts break.

I am not alone, you are not alone.

Chorus:

It's twilight in someone else's hotel, champagne in a glass.

Lips whispered it's time for us, but hands didn't let go.

It was raining and thunderstorms were singing in someone else's hotel behind the wall.

We were happy with you, everything else is prose.

It's twilight in someone else's hotel, champagne in a glass.

Lips whispered it's time for us, but hands didn't let go.

It was raining and thunderstorms were singing in someone else's hotel behind the wall.

We were happy with you, everything else is prose.