Текст песни П. Кашин - Ручеек

Barely touching your string
indiscernible cursory glance,
And I'm not that close anymore
and I am that very nerve.

And by the thin caress of the spring
I get into these hands,
Oh, if I knew what torment
your river will bring me.

And we take off, we soar
without disassembling underfoot,
And the world is crowned with horns
ah, it's not new - your new Rome.

And we, splashing in the clouds,
we no longer feel anxiety
We're so calm like gods
warmed us in their hands.

And viscous paint on the temple
our joy is already flowing down,
And I'm not that near,
and I am that stream.