Текст песни Андрей Венцерев - Тихая песня

Silent song

I hear the rain beats outside the window,
With his bean, learning the pogrom.
Tearing leaves, nagging grass,
And carrying out someone's dreams
And not see the moon behind the clouds.

And somewhere the plane flies in the sky,
Probably, the pilot collapsed from the oak:
Fly in a thunderstorm is just a horror ...
But he can see in his post
And it seems he is gaining height.

I'm lying to sleep and wake up tomorrow
And to this life will come back again:
After all, every dream is a little death,
But in the morning I will see you again.
And from that probably I want to sing so much.