Текст песни Трофим - ты у любви будешь святой

Thaw in the city, chomps in puddles
Gray March snow.
City in the early spring shell-shocked
Opened up with the veins of rivers.
Everything is ground, crumpled, torn off
Too long in winter
But I have you
So the Lord is with me.
The thaw has smeared the contours of the world
Like Dali's brush.
Sounds flowing directly from the clavier
The wounds of the earth are awakened.
All hidden, long ago surfaced
Dark melt water
But I have you
So the Lord is with me.

Chorus:

Bewitched by your light
Having been ill this spring.
I will be forgiven by love
You will be a saint in love!
The thaw writes in black and white
New drama plot.
In the first chapter, a directive from above
A shadow comes out into the light.
And the unsightly truth of the world
Will appear naked again
But I have you
So the Lord is with me.

Chorus.