Fist - За моим окном - За моим окном...
текст песни

The wind blew, the bonfire went out
There is smoke, quietly like a thief
I remembered you eagerly
How a bee you left me a sting
In the hair of the ashes on the knees knife
The smell of berries, rye collapses in the field
I am calm how the air in the morning
My thoughts scattered like fluff
Until recently, thunder thunder rings
I add mint to the charcoal tea
My voice has not sounded since autumn
Young gear appears
You recently cried and broke your nails
I closed my eyes for everything, get it, here you are!
We will not see you anymore
I learned to breathe full breasts here!

Chorus:
She is old, my new, a dream is not familiar
She is in the field outside the window, outside my window, motionless
It is weak, broken by the wind, everything around is flooded with rain
He will not return, will not return, will not return ... .. What if?

Cherry ripened in the backyard
Here I am mine, not some extra
I will plant birches at home from behind
Now no longer needs words, there are enough of them forever
My hands are sharply scratched
They grabbed my hands with their paws
In words, each time is strong
And they twisted and destroyed me
More air, further to the shore
Hid behind the water lilies, my tantrum
At the bottom of transparent waters, on the corners of the month
As if a staircase leads from a cold cellar
You are reminiscent of rivers sleepy flow
You flew away with the leaves before the rain autumn
When the night sky is covered with stars
I know for sure, you will like it

Chorus:
She is old, my new, a dream is not familiar
She is in the field outside the window, outside my window, motionless
It is weak, broken by the wind, everything around is flooded with rain
He will not return, will not return, will not return ... .. Suddenly?

Always goes near, looks at
Almost touching you, slowly lies nearby
Threw a heavy corner of the blanket with his hand
Looks at you, but you don't look, you're tired
And in the yard that is spinning a day
But it does not know fatigue, it has not been sleeping for a long time
I go to the fog and bring the water water
While the sun wakes up, for him to rub the glass
I lack my hands, my desires
Again problems, again heavy partings
These dull buildings and simple loneliness
I probably want the simplest in life
My mistake is that I am my house
I exchanged carelessly for flights outside
No need to send kisses to the back
They did not hit the target, they flew by.