Текст песни Наталья Нелюбова - Белый Аркадий

Every time she opens her eyes
and he sees already here
White Arkady is her only friend
he is strange - but just the way he is.
Arkady burns books and smoke
and throws it out the window.
And spring comes on two counts.
White and white cat.

White Arkady on a count of three
becomes a ship.
And they sail straight to Paris
and they sail with him and on him.
And on the count of four she sees him
walking on water.
And they both laugh. It was already.
They just don't remember where.

White Arkady counts out loud -
five - and in her hand
will be a drop of rain in the ground
drains and grows in the sand.
Dusk. He hugs her.
On the count of six it gets completely dark.
And no one in the world can know
what will happen on the count of seven.

We live in these cells at all times.
We need a fun hero
And White Arkady is our fiction.
He has wings on his back.
And we strive to be closer to him
to the twinkling of light wings.
And we stretch our hands. And all because
that no one has ever loved us.