Текст песни пелымский - Бейкер-стрит

Grabbing the raindrops on the fly
 We believe in this game.
 I believe-I love
 you believed, you love,
 I remember well,
 you will forget all good ..
 Scents of our summer,
 blithely blossoming somewhere
 Between ten lines
 your diary
 splinters right words.
 For you it was love,
 for me, the stigmata.
 The mats were my poems,
 the scars on my hands
 after the summer.
 It is because of your departure.
 Jets London memory
 rains in the Odessa-point.
 Fool, I tried to get
 for you do not write a single line.
 Basically cigarette smoke
 scoring the lungs urgently
 each aircraft Your Name
 accidentally, unintentionally
 continuing to remember
 and know
 that summer is coming soon
 Soon you will remember this
 and yellowed old envelope
 Here you will find this verse,
 written in childish handwriting,
 about the fact that our long-rain subsided,
 but I still remember.
 And you will smile,
 and shine brighter than the sun,
 playing your gray strands
 at noon on Baker Street.