Текст песни Черным по белому - Что же будет между нами....

Crisp white snow
Flakes of white beneath our feet
Tell me what will Mezhuyev us
Tell me one thing ....

Only the heart beats and beats
Maybe it ever wakes up
From the sky early in the morning the sun will smile
You at the window ...

It all started with a couple of lines & quot; Hello, how are you? & Quot;
And you said,
So what are you waiting for something
Maybe just tired, look what she was looking;
Maybe his life decided to start from the beginning
I did not see your image did not hear voices
I just black letters written questions
You replied sparingly speaking of himself, that survived in the life of their fate
You talked a little, maybe just did not want to?
And I kept telling myself: & quot; Yes, who cares? & Quot;
Maybe he is looking for something not on the edge of the world
I ask questions without getting answers.
On the streets of the southern lights.
From the sky falls snow
I swim in letters
I am trying to find an answer
You write a message and I'm afraid to hurt you, I do not know when I can see you ...

Crisp white snow
Flakes of white beneath our feet
Tell me what will Mezhuyev us
Tell me one thing ....

Only the heart beats and beats
Maybe it ever wakes up
From the sky early in the morning the sun will smile
You at the window ...

What's happening? where do I go?
My soul needs only constancy!
It seemed to me that I found something that I need.
But for some reason you do not want to be next to me.
Carelessly thrown phrase
It is written in verse
We both understand it all in our hands
We only need to take a step towards each other
I believe my feelings! Give me your hand
Everything started very quickly, it scares you.
What will happen to us next?
Only fate knows only
Through the fingers Running time water droplets
A dream in the head of that together you and me
Ridiculous hints of ridiculous things.
You did not write to me almost the second day
Empty room, draw back the curtain and letters on a white background Monitor

Crisp white snow
Flakes of white beneath our feet
Tell me what will Mezhuyev us
Tell me one thing ....

Only the heart beats and beats
Maybe it ever wakes up
From the sky early in the morning the sun will smile
You at the window ...