Текст песни Сергей Бородин - Обрывки фраз

Scraps of phrases are driven by the wind
Through the emptiness of the courtyard.
You flew away into summer tomorrow
And you will arrive yesterday.
And your thought is elusive
Like this strange flight.
You are there in your inexplicable
For now, I'm here.

I can't love you
And I can't forget you
And I won't be what I won't be
No matter how hard I try.
Your calls. absurdity, nonsense.
Duty sigh, question-answer:
- Will you come tomorrow?
- Tomorrow. no!
And I am lost.

Words as a background, empty sounds,
Like a sigh. and exhale into emptiness,
But I reach out my hands
To keep the dream
And collect your dreams in the palm of your hand,
Warm with your breath.
And the night will drop a star for us
And the birds will sing.

Through the noisy but empty castles
I fly after your voice
And I get drunk in smoke
With your breath.
I sweep the dust from the corners
Finding no cozy words
I resurrect them from dreams
Memories.

You look with summer eyes
To the winter firmament.
And I, over the years and words
Quite the opposite
Scraps of phrases are driven by the wind
Through the emptiness of the courtyard.
You flew away into summer tomorrow
And you will arrive yesterday.

And if you feel sad with the sky,
You will call me for the hundredth time.
We're lost among the rooftops
And the windows are dark.
May I not stop waiting for you
Don't stop not understanding
But it would be nice not to get tired
From the feelings of the homeless.