Текст песни Роман Филиппов - Голос ночи

I'm only a frame of windows,
Behind which you can watch turquoise livne
I'm not reliable, and you e a slave me
Open and see the network of lines
In this world, falling off orbits
As if the rain drops by the wind on the windowsill
Based from the streets of Take and see
how the turquoise shines you on your palm

Like canvas on the subframe - night,
on which the random passerby remained sick
I'm not afraid of anywhere
in this wet universe woven word
In this eternal universe, we are blue shower
random events and incompatience
where is the only joy to sing for you
Only sing for you ....

I only voice night ...