Текст песни Роман Асеев - Белая Душа Луна

Former white
Now gray
Crumpled soul
Slightly poured,
But still
Personalized by dawn

White feathers
And the snow superstitia
And mud track heat
Soon again spring
But in the heart of her winter
And never comes summer

Wet wings
Traces from Nasil
But as always Mila
Under the glass of the soul
And again flower sprouted
Her recurrent line

Corn from pain
From fear, from a share
In the smile of her longing
As if doomed
With death hooped
And again submiring her only will

Former white
Now gray
Crumpled soul
In mourning soon she
Will rold
To wake up from sleep
In white like moon wedding

02/13/2017

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