Текст песни Александр Иванов - Это был я

Spreads the paint away from the sadness and anguish
And the reluctance of the summer to return to their homes
But you went without touching the ground and the occasional passer-by stopped suddenly
He thought that would be the best, and it was me.

And since then, he is with you everywhere he goes like a glass barefoot
Fulfilling your desires and keeping secrets
You're dreaming all night about the rain, it fell on the palm of your tears
You thought it was a miracle, and it was me.

You thought it was a miracle ...

Not even just telling him, verbs are sewn through
He regained consciousness only at the beginning of Sunday
Wanting to escape from suffering, he takes out of the hands of the last nail
Since then never saw him again, it was me.

Since then I never saw him again ...

Spreads the paint away from the sadness and anguish
And the reluctance of the summer to return to their homes
But you went without touching the ground and the occasional passer-by stopped suddenly
He thought that would be the best, and it was me.