Текст песни Дельфин - Прозрачная

It makes me transparent,
The same as she was.
It makes me transparent,
My painting paints itself.

She takes my hand cherries
And pressure on the lips juice.
To someone else , someone once ,
In the darkness, unable to distinguish between them .

It makes me transparent,
Dissolved in their eyes ,
Thief of light particles
In my occasional tears .

It makes me transparent,
Same as rain October
And I drip silently and grimly ,
On the bright leaves rustling .

She looks at me with boredom ,
As if in an empty window ,
Intoxicated with clear separation ,
Transparent only for her.