Текст песни Александр Щербина - Там, где песочные часы

Where the hourglass crumble in the age of the eyelids,
Where they paint the dreams a slightly damp taste for the ages -
Strand allotted from the forehead, inadvertently thickened eyebrows ...
That's how the words end, and love begins.

Yes, we were not loved for what we usually love us,
Yes, not for what you do not like yourself, but everything caresses the hearing and techite eyes ...
Jazz, started at five in the morning on the old gas stove ...
Such an old game, and every time you do not care.

Where spring is happening twenty-eight times per day
Where it is easy to go crazy when the whole world goes to the bottom, -
Look out on the night, and again straightened from the forehead ...
This is how love ends, and words begin.