Текст песни Сангу Де Сао - Кружева

Moments like these are expensive
The night sky took over the city
The moon looked at the sleepy streets
I was looking for the faces of the lovers - reflected in the puddles.
She saw how young we are
Even when the cold interrupted the hunger
Remained proud, unbearable
Sunrises were greeted with renewed vigor
We saw the sunsets off with smiles
Didn't count mistakes - wrote without sentimentality
Absinthe drinkers under the roofs
How the world is unsteady - like a piece of hashish
Inexpressive - surprisingly flexible
The death of an artist ... it is invisible
Shards on the dirty tile of the shower
Unjustified bitterness - gray hair in the soul
You are my brooding, brooding muse
The lace of your stories ... those eyes
A series of riddles, questions, answers
Come to me ... we will warm ourselves under a warm blanket

I remember how I skipped my first fee
Confusion, gimmick, intoxicated intoxication
Laughter, arguments ... on the greasy tablecloths of salons
They built temples, handed out crowns
Friends humorous bows: "Hey, maestro!"
"Is it possible to take a place next to you?"
And I was silent and smiled - quite flattering
I was thinking ... about something eternal ...
Interesting of course - life is real
The lines are crisp ... in a graceful manner
Alluring boudoir - with the charm of a cancan
Ashes from cigars - settled at the bottom of the glasses
Ardent prostitutes became fragile models
Until the morning ... the conversations are strange
Sad ovals - in mourning marble
Paris under the snow, as under a burial shroud
I broke my hearts walking towards you
I shouldn't have neglected my father's advice
Longed for the perfectness of your face
Hid mirrors from the glare of the morning sun
Dusty window - breath of freshness
Why did you get up so early - it's not yet six
Do you want to be with me longer?
So talk to me, and I'm ready to soar with you.

And the hum of carts, like the sound of the surf
Uneven strokes fell on the canvases at times
And the old drawings are on the easel
Captured in memory - these moments
I've built so many bridges
Burning one for you costs nothing
Over the horizon left the ending of this story
A colorful ribbon - an allegory