Текст песни Станислав Мизандронцев - Посвящение

I didn't give you flowers
The poet is poor, initially.
His lot is the rhyming of words,
And life, as a rule, is sad.
But I gave you dreams
All that I have myself
Evening air, smooth water
And looks, looks to heaven.
And I didn't ask for love
I just need to be there.
Sit with you by the water
And understand each other with a glance.
And understand that life goes on
But somewhere over the horizon ...
And drink cooled strong tea,
And listen to notes in the evenings ...
Beautiful prettier nightingale
And dissolve in these sounds.
And understand that you can't be together,
And stay in the morning anyway.
Wait for the dusk of the moon
When the water gets silvery.
Sitting with you by the water
Asking the clock to stop.
I didn't give you flowers
The poet is poor, initially.
The rhyme of words has long become boring.
And a mediocre life is sad.
But you were, there was a river.
Evening air, tea cold
And I count life by day
Lived next to you.
I didn't give you flowers
The poet is poor, initially.