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текст песни

Shadows dance with daytime patterns
On our snow -white young bodies.
Our souls are busy with conversations
Only the matter is not in words at all.

You are weaving music from strings
And the hands tell a wonderful story.
Melodies scatter the cloud of thoughts,
Leaving us in the spicy "now."

Fills the space with a secret
The eloquence of the pillows of the fingers.
I forget the smell of salty lime,
What outside the window hugs wanderers.

Do not crush the desire of doubt,
Do not saw the dreams of the city.
Imperceptibly depressing pressure,
That the thorny years dictate.

The world of tender melancholy is embraced
That the guitar chords spray.
But everyone is honest and glad
The fact that exudes sweet spells.

At the threshold of kaleidoscope changes
Let's create a melody of us?
So that on the sidewalks of blue veins
It always fled "now."

05:37.
05/25/16.