Текст песни Врана Сльози - Лепестки

In the hands , frozen for a moment ,
Fate brought the old brush
Lines of red veins weave,
Like a vine .

Each on a drop -bye
Gives himself on the generosity of rare ,
Bitterness tucking expectation
Lush verdant agave .

Soon you cry this sense ,
Robes dropping quickly ;
Remember that the most serious in the morning,
Similarly, you are weeping willow .

At the end of the day , like the Sun ,
Responds softly , indifferently .
Can not enjoy the short ,
If the scent of asters .

L am trying to wait long lines ...
Draining moisture old flask ,
Pluck leaves from memory ,
Similarly, all of Gad daisy .

But as long as we are subject to doubt ,
Looking for the best ideas of prose,
Imperceptibly scatter time
Though in the autumn birch.

Nothing you do not want - and not necessary.
For me, nothing was strange b .
For us inside cool -
Cornflowers overgrown wounds.

Throughout his grief take on his hands,
Enough pair your gentle words
Dissolve in the midst of separation
Color scarlet rose petals.