Singer: Spring in San Blekko. Page 1

If only swam forward in this sea without a bottom.
Burning ice, cold wave
Your eyes, and apparently right now
Will be a terrible shame to sail away from you.

Laughing in the face, there mysteriously lie
Called a scoundrel or say that Dodger
These women, ladies and gentlemen,
The family temples, the abode of faith...
How much I lied how many swore by the earth,
Many considered his happiness, trouble!

I'm funny and embarrassed is not a death sentence,
Let my pulse racing, I'm not caught - not a thief.
I love doing step, even through hell
I careless sailor in the busy port.
I was there, where silent, I was there, where they sing,
Where they live how they want and where just live...

And no power to look into other
People who do not know the limit
The fun is predicting:
Why shower when there's a body?
But here it is, this intersection
Where two souls will find salvation.
And my happiness is like a thimble,
Empty but waiting to be filled.

Lemon floating in the glass,
I choke on regret
Walking a very fine line
From revenge to patience.
Give life who do not mind,
Give death and Sundry;
My hell is not very hot
In my heaven the lilacs bloom.

Maybe love was sampling
Without the guidance of theorems.
And maybe it's both
Not figured out who and with whom.
...
A love that until death,
The eternity in a few hours...
But still both are guilty,
That our ship without sails.

I used to smile at their pain,
My wounds are full of salt.
I know I'm not worthy
I know that I'm not worthy
But take a clean sheet, folded in half,
White envelope, like a stone Church.
Send it to me,I understand.
I will read everything that is said there.
But today, at the Zenith of Venus again.
Where is your conscience and faith?
Does it ever happen that one person
In this engineering age
All the time similar, then rain, then snow,
Then rain, then snow...

People here - as numbers from zero to five:
Anyone who sees a little more anxious to get away.
Yesterday, my heart died a poet,
I'm single now, or rather I don't
I drop to the floor, I melt,
Look at the ceiling, and then evaporate.
And innocent air of a new day
A hundredth part consists of me,
Breathe in,
Breathe in,
Comprehend me.

Winter is not waiting; we fall back
In words, and truth is called nonsense.
Winter is not waiting; I beg - come with me
Boldly go to the air corridor.
Come on, while the singing hearts
Barely begun, once again takes a year.
There is someone, finally, there is someone who finally
Melt ice melt ice melt ice...

Winter does not wait, she has nothing to lose,
Blizzard let pass by.
Finding himself in the final of January,
Sinking, sinking in the abyss temporary.
And will be the geometry of water,
Holding silence
I was always under the thin ice
I always slept under the thin ice
And had dreams, I had dreams, I had dreams...

Winter is not waiting; Rasputina tangle
Of the days that are left far.
Winter is not waiting, my little town
Again surrounded by glass river.
Don't lose fallen star,
Your burns on his hands.
I come to you on the ice, I'm not going to see you on the ice
I sleep in ice, I sleep in ice,
I sleep in ice...