Текст песни Алина Волнами - Близкая Незнакомка

White fireworks eaten warm on the street,
Snowstorm sings hoarse voice songs.
Intimate Stranger, the sky is now slouch
Or gives you a bright band?

What consumes your sharp eyes at that moment?
Behind the scenes of the soul is not filled with the load?
Madness takes me along its route,
Because I anoint you with its muse.

At yesterday. For today. For tomorrow. I do not know.
Sweet smoke booked a place in you.
I empty his lungs greedily inhale
At this hour of the morning storm bubbling.

As you thawed wonderful facets of the universe:
Notes of France, the old days, art.
I Morpheus reflects your ephemeral,
But without your image is so dim.

Clarity lines face blurred fog letters.
Astringency of wine which has constrained the grief of others.
I felt subcutaneously every mute the sound.
You will forgive me for this very strange verse.

Lymph nodes are inflamed treacherous autumn winter
A snowstorm like falling hundreds of dancers.
Denunciations, Intimate Stranger, kilometers howl
And yet I am with you, right now I'm alone.

11.12.14.
7:37.

Chopin - Nocturne in E Flat N2 (Opus 9)