Текст песни Александр Иванов - Это был я

Colors blur away from despondency and mental anguish,
And unwillingness to return to their native lands in the summer.
But you passed without touching the ground, and a bystander suddenly froze,
He thought he could get better, and it was me.

And since then he is with you everywhere, he walks barefoot as if on glass,
Fulfilling your desires and keeping your secrets.
You dreamed all night about rain, it fell on your palm with a tear,
You thought it was a miracle, but it was me.

You thought it was a miracle ...

Without even saying "I'm sorry" to him, she stitched through with verbs,
He came to himself only at the beginning of Sunday.
Wanting to be saved from suffering, he took the last nail out of his hand,
And since then he has not been seen again, it was me.

And since then he has not been seen again ...

Colors blur away from despondency and mental anguish,
And unwillingness to return to their native lands in the summer.
But you passed without touching the ground, and a bystander suddenly froze,
He thought he could be better, and it was me ...