Текст песни Князь Мышкин - Фиальта

Here I am you read me
these letters keep your glory.
I set up the crossing as best I could
in the word "tenderness" all the tenderness storing.
Let not all, let not caress the hand,
I reached out to you now,
I got to you, came back
touched the edge of the line.
And oozing beyond the lines:
I am a piece of glass on the asphalt
and on the seafront in Fialta
I'm in a tall glass of juice.
I am a tear, touch your cheeks.
Watercolor between the villi of the brush.
Well, if you paint leaves,
their streaks from my hand.
Warm tea to your lips
I'll lean in, tilt the cup ...
I'm over. It's not hard for me
that I spread over the words.
It's hard that I can't stay
that the laws will return to the borders.

Mascara is flowing, wipe your eyelashes
to part with you all our lives.