Текст песни Диана Сергеевна - Сны

Dreams that I won't live to see spring
In the July noon hour
I'm not the first to be gutted.
The road in the rye does not wind home,
And children's essence is mirages
They play, by no means, with me.

And this summer I live for the first time
This summer I smell like myself
And savor myself as best I can.
And all, and all this is the secret of two,
Multiplied by God by two.
So this is why I am in that terrible winter
She stayed alive.

Dreams that I won't live to see spring
Dancing in linen sheets
And twine like a lasso at your feet.
He could have saved me, not you
From a viscous, rotten void
He did not save and did not save.

And this summer I live for the first time
This summer I smell like myself
And savor myself as best I can.
And all, and all this is the secret of two,
Multiplied by God by two.
So this is why I am in that terrible winter
She stayed alive.
And this summer I live for the first time
This summer I smell like myself
And savor myself as best I can.
And all, and all this is the secret of two,
Multiplied by God by two.
So this is why I am in that terrible winter
She stayed alive.