Текст песни Свобода Метра - Он и Она

She squeezes his hand tightly ,
Weaving his fingers , whispering about love .
He slowly draws letters
On the sweaty glass through anger .
They believe in the end of hopelessness .
She's in love , he is silent .
At night, she screams and runs away,
Afraid to say that we need .
A stunning moment for two.
It is for him - salvation from sleep ,
It's for her, probably forever .
Or so he thinks ,
Perhaps he simply asshole
And love is not the way it is .
In its own way , as never before .
And on the street - clouds , lights , wires :
Everything is reflected in the puddles without a bottom .
I think it's love,
And I have two weeks without sleep .