Текст песни Amaya - - Опять

Hello my sun, did you really miss
We will heal the soul of romance right away.
Soul out of pocket in the rain gets wet
Trying to hold on, she will not shut up.

And so it started, like everything in that train,
And nights without sleep and again hysterical.
Why do I need it, even though you are unanswered
You run to meet me this summer.

And thoughts on the strings and phrases on the lungs.
In the silence of the night, our souls are so subtle.
And the algebra of sounds and the physics of the body.
Aren't you tired of it yourself?