Феникс FM - Мириады капель
текст песни

The sky frowns, black even at noon
as if in prison, as if under a flask
There are many people around, whole crowds
Waiting for a warm sun, but what's the use of
how asphalt eyes suddenly became wet
so cold, so distant
Autumn brought pairs from the mouth
Cold Lodoni and these trains
Non-tuk-knock of the wheel straight to nowhere
Leaving forever behind the city
Coupe or reserved seat Kyiv - Moscow
Drops on umbrellas, yellow foliage
I will leave it there, our novel is scrapping
Just thinking, just tired
Pain and resentment are the most poisonous alloy
Probably a strange disposition to go "goodbye" by saying

myriads drops, there is enough pain
There is enough to cry over our drama
The sun will come out and drops will become steam
And we will get stuck with others nearby

I am at the ramp and you could say something
We are at the stage when a myriad of drops
many scratches and dents on the window ram
drive the facts in memory that they tried to forget themselves
we see with sad eyes - became poles
did not meet with miracles, your hair
tender voices, memory hangs with forests
dense, dark ... ahh ... there is enough pain
The pain crept up somehow, even more abrasions
I'm tired and continue I don't know what for the sake
Miriads of drops of steel just hail
And we are not at all happy and is hardly happy
Like rubberized multiple films
so far away those moments when were near
They are lost, they cannot be found on cards
Okay, I'll close the window, it becomes cool

I and the last cigarette, the soul
Then I probably myself, since you don't want
there is no strength to run on and scream louder
scattered in the wind, which seemed durable
we were a drop of rain in the sky full
became muddy water in prison pipes of waste
just smoke silently, just tears at night
too many points, too little
I'm exactly like a skinny crazy architect
From pain and blood I sculpt these lines
you need to run away to where the heat is urgently,
There, where is the heat plus thirty, maybe in Sochi?
Maybe Peter will warm? There are white nights there
But he will not warm me anything, that's for sure
At the sunset of our days, I'm only eastern wind
A fleeting sweet impulse, single ... Point