Текст песни Pushking 1999 VOL II - 12 - Silhoette

Translation into Russian - Oleg Savilov:

Like a Milky beam touched gentle hands,
Life inhaling in eye reflection,
Picking up paints to the color of your lips,
Story started - and writes the night about us,
The memory of days, those that I was with her

The silhouette of love melts in the morning,
Silhouette - Sad Candle,
And like a brush of the hands touched suddenly at night,
And the silhouette will disappear forever

You see what God sees, inhaling in us,
Life like a reflective eye
And fill chord sadness phrases
Congue story - what does the night writes about us,
Memory of days, those that I was with her.