Текст песни Анастасия Преснякова - Пока я пел тебе

While I sang you,
Melted snow,
And leaked stream
Long sleeves.
And someone waited for me,
Watched my eyes.
And I all sang you,
Why did not know himself.
And even in the dark
I opened the door,
But saw in me
Very other people.
And somewhere on earth,
Where the steppe matured
Baked bread there
From my words to you,
From my words to you ...

While I sang you,
You painted the house,
So I came to him
In the snow barefoot.
In that house everything is easy,
There children's crying and laughter
And your lips warm
There we are happy everyone.
And voices of fire,
Merging into a gentle choir
Baubali you
On the backs of the eternal mountains.
And again in fuss
Somewhere we rushed
And Life Failed
When I sang you
When I sang you ...

While I sang you,
Me to your hands
Dragged trains
By boring cities.
And sailed ships
Through the grudges of the ice
I was led to you
Heroes of your paintings.
Stitching sails
Me from my canvases
I lived in your eyes
On the roofs of your dreams
And I almost found
You are among others
But my voice hoar
While I sang you,
While I sang you ...

While I sang you
In battles with yourself,
On the needle's edge
We met with you.
A little standing
Let's go through
Not attending each other
In the prettiness of the earth.
And I built a house
From their words stones.
There songs of the eternal mountains
Baubali children.
And again collected words
And let go of them up.
And invented you,
To sing you all my life.
I sang you all my life ...

I sang you all my life ...