Текст песни Миклош Шадор - По утрам...

I remember -
last winter
You came to me in the morning
in a cold room,
smelling of frost and warm.
Now every morning I visited by cold
and no one does not smell,
except the frost.
Do you remember the evaporation of paint and varnish,
that you met with me:
I - sleepy picture - magical?
If I repeat this magic,
hardly a frosty morning
will return you to me,
smell magic
and the rustle of their clothing.
Ready to play devil's roulette
putting at stake his soul
against the possibility of
kiss your chin,
with the odds of one to one thousand.
Lost, but the hope is worth a lot.
Mentally I lay the soul,
and next to no one -
neither you,
damn with a tape measure.
Cold room,
frosty morning…