Текст песни Клим Стронский - розы

wind develops your hair in my memory,
and I sit on the pavement,
embracing the last snow
touches the spring,
transferring their fingers
on your shoulders.
evening with the scent of flowering grasses
on the quays of the heavenly plates
and you are very close -
at arm's length.
in my eyes spread lenses
do not capture the mystique,
I had finished a glass of water,
and in front of a whole life,
which I do not cultivated in the world.
ships sank in my hands,
on the shores and in the oceans,
settling on the floor,
I dreamed of in this spring
find yourself in front of your eyes,
but the ruins crying plates
I surely go down down
where dreams eroded in the vents
with cigarette smell.
a drop of nicotine as the meaning
wake up every day,
if there is no sense at all,
and the inside looks like a target in a shooting gallery,
we stole paintings
from grocery stores,
and amuse your prints.
taking its light from the laundry,
I buy up your feelings residues
start somewhere ahead,
but I did not finish
dwell on electric wires,
clenching fists in time,
I want to once and for all to remain
filled with moisture in the clouds.

ever in old age
I'll go to the store with a cane
and be sure to buy you the most beautiful roses.