Александр Заславский - Теоретически
текст песни

Long city when tram
And short when on foot
The world nodding to the beat, accept
All the paintings were a bag
Where the wind is, there is spaciousness
Where is the song, there is a dream
The lies of the fence disappeared
Where is the truth, there is beauty.

Theoretically my name is rain
Practically my name day
Theoretically my name is night
Almost my name is shadow.

I love more wind lights
And along the coast barefoot
Avoid the word hello
I don't greet only my mouth
I'm proud when I'm laughing
Filling the edge in the spring
I'm silent when I pray
And I sing the silence.

Theoretically my name is rain
Practically my name day
Theoretically my name is night
Almost my name is shadow.

I will sing with a pin in my mouth
To dilute the words
I forgot my shadow in the port
My head carried me
I am a ring of books
I am an asphalt painter stain
I burn a silver conductor
I grow when it is light.

Theoretically my name is rain
Practically my name day
Theoretically my name is night
Almost my name is shadow.

Our views were treated by snow - Okholist
Keys-ruki forged frost
The rain played with the sky heavenly gambit
And the chorus is overgrown with words.
Theoretically my name is rain
Practically my name day
Theoretically my name is night
Almost my name is shadow.