Текст песни Петраченко Екатерина - Непогода

Bad weather

My hands do not remember you.
And I forgot to move the brush.
If you have so much warmth
You share it with me at least a little.

Bad weather in paradise.
Bad weather happens there too.
I won't give you my bad weather.

But somewhere in the North the stars were falling
People were shouting and fishing.
In the morning they knocked the oars,
And in the evenings they burned flint in the house.

My lips don't remember you
And they are no longer used to it.
My tenderness will curl up into a bud,
A miserable herbarium will lie in a notebook.

My wings have forgotten the flight
Cold and heat of naked stars.
From the shore the salty wind brought
- Well, why did you let me go ?!

30.01.03