Текст песни Мишанов Иван - Вдыхаю ветер

Under slightly trembling lips whisper yours,
Under the sound of tears, flying in the inevitability,
I bury the love which links the two
Lost people to hide their affection.

I bury the dream of the house and of the son ..
On the coffee in the morning as you have loved: a foam.
He is not waiting for a meeting, freezes
Over there .. wait! .. For this wall ..

As a rock steps when leaving a miracle.
He sits in the sun is not my bed.
And tomorrow I'll probably still ..
And I will be a few more weeks.

I'll just wait: recover, get back,
Prizhmesh silence a wet cheek.
I accept, though you call pain,
But I hate the rest.

Better that than without your smile,
Without heat and sparks in his eyes.
Everyone has a right to make mistakes:
Solve all will be there - in heaven.

I made another choice on the first evening.
I do not remember, I was probably a sign ...
I stand in the night. Crickets. Inhales the wind.
I am yours. Or nobody. Like this.

Mishanov Ivan