Текст песни Евгения Дикая - Хороший мой...

My dear…

Ropes and black horses, my darlings
Footprints in the sand, like the remains of papyrus,
I take daily Viverus art,
I teach patience to honor long beeps.
I long for his voice
I cross the runways.
In a misunderstanding.

You are not sleeping, you are tired, my dear.
Wipe window frames so fragile
So hardy, snow under the soles,
He remembers about perseverance, and does not sleep for days.
I want brown in my eyes
Your hands are at your waist.
And asphalt fabric.

I'll visit you, meet you at the train station
At the first platform, you remember everything
Not jealous, gray-haired, and not knowing help,
Woven with blood, and life, and a branch of steel.
I want rough hands
Dig into wet lips
And breathe in faith.

I'll wait for you, to the tune of the ravens
And when the doves sing a lullaby for us,
Let us inform you that we are reckless and young again,
At the station, at dawn we will meet soon.
I'll hug your shoulders
It will get easier around
Through the smoke of the atmosphere

Dikaya E.A. 2015-02-13