Glass with sangria of pomegranate
Waiting for me, waiting for me in this cafe
It is basically a simple story
I'm telling you "goodbye"
'Cause from Moscow to Madrid in five hours
On wings, I am gonna get out of sight of the zones
You didn't call me, I fell sad
So I took the last ticket to Madrid
From Moscow to Madrid in five hours
On wings, I am gonna get out of sight of the zones
You didn't call me, I fell sad
So I took the last ticket to Madrid
I am gonna write behind the stamp with bright lipstick
That everything is okay now, okay
And it's someone around you, but not me
Telling you "goodbye"
'Cause from Moscow to Madrid in five hours
On wings, I am gonna get out of sight of the zones
You didn't call me, I fell sad
So I took the last ticket to Madrid
From Moscow to Madrid in five hours
On wings, I am gonna get out of sight of the zones
You didn't call me, I fell sad
So I took the last ticket to Madrid
Telling you "goodbye"
'Cause from Moscow to Madrid in five hours
On wings, I am gonna get out of sight of the zones
You didn't call me, I fell sad
So I took the last ticket to Madrid
From Moscow to Madrid in five hours
On wings, I am gonna get out of sight of the zones
You didn't call me, I fell sad
So I took the last ticket to Madrid