Текст песни В.С. - волосы, глаза и руки

I'm not in love with you
and in your hair
i look at them
and I see forests
I see mangroves
and mandrake fields
I hear dogs barking and birds singing
and the rustle of the high crowns of the Japanese Sophora
and the soft steps of a leopard creep
somewhere in the African savannah
and they put everything they heard before on their shoulder blades
there when you put your hands in them
when you take these curls
silk is pouring, snow is falling
and river fish splash
and a wave of air flies in
into the open window of the evening
i don't love you
I love your eyes
and they are like open doors
air castles
which Scheherazade imagined
infinity drowns in them
in a furious sunset
I carry them with me
i close my eyes and see them
I see those captivating purring eyelids
cat's tail strokes them over eyelashes
and the thought that I'm completely alone
the whole world is torn to pieces with them
all parallel universes converge at one point
in that beaded eyes look
I'm not in love with you
and into your hands
and they are more expensive than mothers
dearer than the hands of any genius
by which the masterpieces were created
I dream about the hands you used to lay
flower beds and watered the garden
I see how skillful and dexterous they are
walk the keys and rip out my heart
of those musical intoxication
with which my poisoned soul was sick
i love this hair, eyes and hands
what about your soul
she's not interesting to me at all ...