Текст песни Ольга Пулатова - Облака над балконом

I - a hindrance, I - ripples on the surface of,
The character, the shadow on his back on the wall.
Ghost in a little black dress,
I'm waiting for you I liked.

A minute earlier - a minute later.
Dust in the eyes, hot skin.

Everything is vague, all in a fog,
Just exhale - and there is no rest.
Only the word - and the failure of the program,
All systems have failed.

It's all in the little black dress.
Therefore, we do not brothers and sisters.

If it is possible - do not do more than a single step.
Have you ever seen the flames devour the paper?
Here it is the flow, letters, phone calls unanswered.
I warned you about this.

The door is broken, torn loops -
Do not rescued from the wind locks.
But the storm died down, faded paint,
Only ached a little whiskey.

Clouds float above the balcony.
Unanswered phone call.

Do not let anyone look into his eyes,
Do not let the look of your dreams.
You are now a mystery, no other way.
Silhouette on a background of a wall -

Ghost in a little black dress.
Therefore, we do not brothers and sisters.

If it is possible - do not do more than a single step.
Have you ever seen the flames devour the paper?
Here it is the flow, letters, phone calls unanswered.
I warned you about this.
Clouds float above the balcony.
Unanswered phone call.