Текст песни Лис - 07 - Гретхен

Gretchen

I tried to warm you in imperative my warmth,
All my orchestras hot copper
Skilled gold and silver.
Disposable, but did not hear a mad heart fire.
I didn't even make sense to run, but sorry ...

Tired in the afternoon, we are afraid to sleep
Our time together: six thousand seconds,
Butterfly beats the glass -
I'm already hand to the poems.
I already have a hand to the vertices,
If the poets have such life:
Rhymes invented words.
As if it can save from evil.
As if it can help someone,
My dear Gretchen.

My song - Gorizvet yes Byrian
Serene summer days.
In our, God forgotten, the harbor never
Ships will not go.
Ships will not come, they will not give up their anchors
On the threshold of love in anticipation of September.

My dear Gretchen.

I tried to warm you in impetuous warmth.
All my orchestras hot copper
Dischalled with gold and silver ...