Текст песни Пятница - О Тебе

About you, about you from morning to night
Rustles on the trees foliage.
About you, above the open windows
Leaving a trail in white fluff, clouds are floating.

Rain and thunder are eternal debates about you,
Stars falling from the sky burn out and light up again.
Avalanches rush about you from the mountains
And near the ground, without touching it, they scatter.

Oh you waves beat against the shore in a storm
Ships, those that are the first time on a flight, swallow and repent.
Oh you bird flocks pierce the heights
Fly away to the south, and in the spring they return again.

The moon speaks about you at night
Multi-colored clusters of lights are reflected in the glass.
About you, the earth is floating underfoot.
I would have hugged her, but she was wet to the skin.