Текст песни Сергей Сперанский - Белые сны

Wet palms of autumn summer
People pass time
Music in the heart is like a violin of hope
He cries softly for us
I would fly with you on wings
In my happy dreams
But we know it's impossible
Because there are tears in his eyes

Tell me about something unsaid
And walk with me between images
Draw your white dreams on the windows
The rain will pass, only tears on the window

My thoughts tear me apart
Breath loses meaning
I want to touch the dream as soon as possible
To see you again
We flew with you on wings
Time shifted
I know we will be happy with you
Death will not separate us