Текст песни Томас - То утро

That morning there was no cloud,
And I did not wait for the day of the rain
You, leaving, served hand
It seemed the first night
Inspires me
I was looking for a rhyme
I wanted to sit down for Easel,
But the guitar turned up,
But there were few poems,
Melodies I did not have enough
That morning I was probably happy

Now you are so far away
But the point is not in kilometers,
We are separated years
And I go on the ground
Looking for time and place
I am looking for those hands and lips

When I come back home,
Of course it will pour rain,
Covered and a little angry
I will knock on the door for which you are waiting

Now you are so far away
But the point is not in kilometers,
We are separated years
And I go on the ground
Looking for time and place
I am looking for those hands and lips