Текст песни Кетсаль - Шепот

Do not leave me
I'm dying to scream
Of the silent
Quiet
Has grown into a whisper
When drops of invisible rain
Fall out of the gate
And around me it is dry, if not wild.

I'm a hundred times sadder
But you don't know:
I began to smile more often
To seem to herself and him
As if eyes are burning
And now they are often glad to me
I put on outfits and come
As if happy
In fact -
Long wingless, ridiculous, desperate
Tired of asking for help
Without saying a word
With just one look
How much unspoken always remains
And already there is no strength to fight
I take everything for granted
Falling asleep, I remember your smell -
This, perhaps, is my only joy.

May, 2013