Андрей Кудин - На мокрых стеклах
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There is a bright lightning on wet windows
And the sleeping city outside my window
And I haven’t been able to sleep at all for a long time now
I'm abandoned by my capricious sleep
Dawn will come and dirty watercolor
Will color puddles, soul and melancholy
In the distance the tram will ring with an alarming trill
And the morning will throw sand in my eyes
People will go under colorful umbrellas
Rushing to get to the altar of eras
To get a sign with the words
He lived, created and did everything he could
Aaah-ahh-ahh
And there are disturbing doubts in my soul
And the heart breathes silence and cold
And the wind carries away regrets into the night
And the puddles are cast in gray color
The leaves are spinning in a quiet round dance
And a ghost looks at me from the smoke
Autumn waves a colorful brush at me
And my sadness is inexpressible
Traffic lights are blinking yellow
On the rooftops the sky spread out like cotton wool
And the streets are silent, like the corridors
Deceased buildings where there is no life left
Aaaaaaaaaaaaah
People will go under colorful umbrellas
Rushing to get to the altar of eras
To get a sign with the words
He lived, created and did everything he could