Текст песни Иван Прохоренко - Чуть дыша...

I was just a shadow
At that meeting with you
The last one. The wind was blowing
From the street next door.

You put your hat down
Wrapped in a scarf
Knitted. The wind is boring for you
With your stories.

He decided everything on his own
I gave free rein to words
I'm so tired
You too?

And without losing faith
Without missing a memory
Grinding sound. Holding on to the handle
That cuts fingers.

No more strength -
Only memories of you
Eternal. Only about that day -
About late evening.

Bouquets in flowers -
There is no point in words
There is no point in dreams -
Wither ...

Dew drops are running down your cheeks.
There are drops of pain on the tulips - I am alone.

The drop of pain on my cheek stopped - as if waiting.
But she left a long time ago and will not come.

And the rains are running down the windows - they will get into the houses.
You wrapped yourself in your scarf, you are not alone.

The scarf will get wet, and your soul will get wet with it -
Very quiet.

I kiss your hands
Hug that me
Carelessly - the hands of the wind -
And yours were so tender ...

Unusual
And remember today
Those days. When we were near -
And now alone.

Recently quite
I was everything to you.
Come with you at seven
Let's wake up.

Dew drops are running down your cheeks.
There are drops of pain on the tulips - I am alone.

The drop of pain on my cheek stopped - as if waiting.
But she left a long time ago and will not come.

And the rains are running down the windows - they will get into the houses.
You wrapped yourself in your scarf, you are not alone.

The scarf will get wet, your soul will get wet with it -
Very quiet - barely breathing ...
Leisurely...
Not breathing ...