Текст песни АннА Тукина - Белое кружево вишен

White lace of cherries ..
Whisper of June fields ..
I love you quieter ..
Quieter, but stronger ...

Swallows cut the air ..
The sun x-rays the chest ..
My word is less and less
Arguing about something ..

Lines on the palm ..
Crossed paths ..
You taught me to remember
Only those who shone ..

Believe .. the smallest signs ..
Feel the scoundrel ..
I learned to cry
With a smile on the floor of your face ..

Into the music of the white night
Weave dreams gently ..
I took the courage
To speak with fate. No misters..