Текст песни Фёдор Орлов-Маливанов - Всё чего не коснётся, чего не коснётся мой взгляд

In the evening will be an hour
Between inspiration and dream
Walls, ceiling and window hanging serenely
I count it three
And wished that
Everything will come to life and wake up that touches
what touches my opinion

In the morning I woke up an hour
Before threatening day
Janitors cats and trees anxiously look
Here I count to three
And smile at that
Everything will come to life and wake up that touches
what touches my opinion