Текст песни Нечто Иное - Февральский ветер

February wind knocking at your house,
in the house where we were alone
over a cup of cocoa, smoke cigarettes,
with the age-old question: yes or no?

So strange day pilfered at the corners
you and him, her and me.
A night in a hurry mixed deck
probably angry at bad weather.

Wrote and distributed roles.
And like not apart, and like in the wild:
she is out there somewhere, in an embrace with a guitar
and he was not alone, that sober, drunk.

A city that he remembered all their routes,
lit lanterns and dried puddles
put on a black coat and a star in the bargain,
to shine, and so random.

But something that was stronger lights,
architects plans and other things
wall erected, a spent force,
and the whole was, as two halves.

February wind knocking at your house,
in the house where we were alone.
Evening on the bed. Breath in the palm of your hand.
Beside you forget about the pain.

And you, clinging to the forearm chin,
fascinated looking at a candle.
Night lull in the arms of the moon,
and every one of his dreams to inspect ...

25.01.1993