Текст песни Павел Жарков - Волосатый дождь

Your hands in simple movements
His dance leads to bis
Any my exclamation - already defeat
I will not argue with you, Miss
The old days of fall under the fingers
And they say merci
Again, circling in the cutthroat dance
Before the night taxis

"Solo"

Your voice was protecting me from sorrow
It's hard not to believe him,
The colors shine like steel,
So far, I do not accept.
A sigh of despair, quite complete forgiveness
The stream of incomprehensible phrases
Humiliation close to admiration
It leads people into ecstasy

"Solo"

Behind the ear gently machine cheshesh
The whole body shiver
Breathing is almost impossible
There is a hairy rain
Suddenly he fell silent before his eyes
A little more than a bunch of necessary
Overall thought hung between us
You softly said, "Oh ..."

November 2015