Текст песни Александр Заславский - Теоретически

Long city when tram
And short when walking
Peace, nodding to the beat, accept
All the paintings were a sack
Where there is wind, there is space
Where there is a song, there is a dream
Dissolved lies the fence
Where there is truth, there is beauty.

In theory my name is rain
Almost my name is day
In theory my name is night
Almost my name is shadow.

I like more wind light
And along the shore barefoot
I avoid saying hello
I don't greet only with my mouth
I am proud when I laugh
Filling the edges in spring
I am silent when I pray
And I sing the silence.

In theory my name is rain
Almost my name is day
In theory my name is night
Almost my name is a shadow.

I'll sing with a pin in my mouth
To dilute the words
I forgot my shadow at the port
Carried my head
I am the ring on the tree of books
I'm a painter of the asphalt stain
Burning silver conductor
I grow when it's light for us.

In theory my name is rain
Almost my name is day
In theory my name is night
Almost my name is a shadow.

Snow healed our views - optometrist
The keys and hands were forged by frost
The rain played the heavenly gambit with the sky
And the chorus was overgrown with words.
In theory my name is rain
Almost my name is day
In theory my name is night
Almost my name is a shadow.