Nino Katamadze & Insight on a ceremony "Golden Heart", Moscow.Once in the streetFamiliar windHas brought to meAroma of hairAroma of hair it was yoursSuch familiar and diverseReally somewhere here isYour dark blue (sad) eyesI Would regret nothingIf only one time to feelIf only one time (can touch them)Again and again I go somewhereOnly the familiar wind near with meAgain and again I think of youAnd ocean of your hair