Текст песни Полина Daeven Свиридова - Чёрный стих

The collective image of you I was looking for
in endless treatises about love and happiness,
about the fate and life of summer,
but you were not there ..
The collective image of you I fell
from open palms bright black bud,
reckless reproach:
Well, where have you been? After all, I was waiting for you!

Maybe it's early morning delirium,
Maybe this kind of love ..
But I can not sing without you,
And I already went over the period
Where color is not fuss
You revelations of my flower.
The autumn wind is knocking at the door,
A summer joy noise subsided.
Where turbid rainbow light faded,
Always with me
My black verse.

I would have gathered you in the palm and pressed
a glowing centuries, to feel deeply,
to feel that what motivates me.
I would have gathered you in hand, I want
so that we become one with each note of blues,
with every drop of rain
we are getting closer.

Maybe it autumnal sadness,
Hot summer - autumn sadness ..
But I can not sing without you,
And I already went over the period
Where color is not fuss
You revelations of my flower.
The autumn wind is knocking at the door,
A summer joy noise subsided.
Where turbid rainbow light faded,
Always with me always with me
My black verse.