Врана Сльози - Лепестки
текст песни

On the hands, frozen for a moment,
Fate brought out the old brush
Scarlet lines of veins.
Like a vine.

Each for goodbye
Gives himself to a rare generosity,
Bitterness, tucking a wait,
Juicy green a hundred.

Soon you will cry with this feeling
The robe drops hastily;
You will remember this very difficult morning
Exactly the essence of the crying willow.

At sunset of the day, like the sun,
You answer quietly, indifferently.
It is possible to enjoy the word
Like the aroma of asters.

For a long time to wait for the torturing lines ...
Drinking the moisture of the old flask,
Pull out a leaflet from memory,
Exactly everything a guessing chamomile.

But while we are subject to doubts,
Looking for a better thought of prose,
We quietly scatter the time
As if in the fall, birch.

You don’t want anything - and don't.
It would be strange for me.
What is the cool for us inside -
Wounds are overgrown with cornflowers.

Take all your sadness in your hands
Enough a pair of your tender words
Dissolve in the middle of separation
The color of the rose of scarlet petals.