Текст песни Александр Дольский - Смотрю на тебя и не верую

I look at you and do not believe,
How can nature to create,
in such dazzling as
such beauty grace
as much as possible from the ground atoms
and the light of heaven molecules
This profile is inaccurate blind
and camp denies weight
and speech, as the violin and organ,
on the background of noisy forest,
and mind, ironic and strange,
movable as hand weights,
and hands floating sad
according to the rules of the northern birds
and lips, say not verbally,
gaps abstruse pages.
What a pity that any portraits
sitting in traffic and growth,
can not copy it,
and shades the eyes, and hair,
and a voice from light and moisture,
and music of former times,
icons on music paper
It can not be captured.
Clean, perfect motion,
filming slow wings.
I think these decisions
The Lord did not find one.