Текст песни Полина Daeven Свиридова - Чёрный стих

The collective image I was looking for you
in endless treatises about love and happiness,
about fate and life, about summer,
but you were not there ..
The collective image of you fell to me
from open palms with a bright black bud,
reckless reproach:
Well, where have you been? After all, I was waiting for you so!

Maybe this is early morning ravings,
Or maybe it's such a love ..
But I can't sing without you
And the deadline has already approached me
Where there is no color fuss
You are the revelations of my flower.
Autumn wind knocks on the door
A summer joy, the noise died down.
Where the murky rainbow light faded
Always with me
My black verse.

I would put you in my palm and hold you down
to the burning ages to feel deeper
to feel the one that drives me.
I would put you in the palm of my hand I want
so that we become one with every blues note
with every drop of rain
we are getting closer.

Maybe it's autumn sadness
In the hot summer - autumn sadness ..
But I can't sing without you
And the deadline has already approached me
Where there is no color fuss
You are the revelations of my flower.
Autumn wind knocks on the door
A summer joy, the noise died down.
Where the murky rainbow light faded
Always with me, always with me
My black verse.