Текст песни Кузьма Евгенин - Романс

Helga - Kuzma

A bird is knocking on my window
It's dark again behind him today.
And the cold stars are silent
And rain on the glass of tears.

The moon reed was reflected
Come in, uninvited guest.
My quiet voice warms the candle
This midnight, I want nothing.

Here it is - a stairway to heaven
Everyone is dying about what is not sung.
The poor bird is back in the window
You brought a message to me.

My traveler, sit down, shut up for me
And night rain, and a star in the sky.
The cloud clenched into a wet fist
I hear a cricket behind my wall.

A rain of threads creeps on the glass
And the candle flame does not beat in the wind.
Pale bird, what's wrong with you
Surely you flew after me ...