Текст песни GlumGleФФ - Танцы с памятью

So strange the snow is falling
When standing on the roof:
Here time slows down the run and
Hardly anyone will hear
Hidden from the people
The pain of imaginary feelings and desires
Here the winds of ideas and memories are blowing.

Here the sky is a little
A little lower and closer.
Forgetting things and fatigue
Dancing memory on the roof
With me, spinning without words
Not feeling the cold
To the music of sleeping houses
To the rhythm of a frozen city ...

Palms warm the hands of the forgotten
With a familiar gaze, the light of the past strikes in the eyes.
And on the cheeks the wind plays with hair
And is there dew from snowflakes on their lips?
The warmth of warmed, the power of gentle breathing,
Whirling to the music of random, someone’s dreams,
Memories float in the frosty silence
Exciting the mind, heart, foaming blood ...

Something will bark sweetly, in the depths, under the heart.
From surfaced images, past paintings,
How long have you suddenly become strangers to those who
Friends called? Yes, and you have become different:
What happened before, as if on a hunch,
When he knew how to be himself,
Now, just proof of the event
What became for everyone
As for myself ... a stranger ...