Текст песни Вадим Тирольский - Поговори с тишиной

White cotton wool clouds on the tops of spruce trees
Bated , and waiting for a breakthrough ,
And if the wind blows , he could.
On the sky , the color of dark blue , unexplained ,
Thoughts , like a bird flying to you .
Chorus:
It disrupts the song in a cry of a wounded bird in the snow .
The city sleeps , accustomed to the silence ,
Well I can not sleep at night.
Everything will pass , the snow come down , the stars in the sky as the lights .
What would go faster minute talk with silence .
Close my eyes and dream of the field .
Vine,
Your voice is ringing , the familiar pain.
During the distillation , a black raven , slow,
Song flew , flew to you .
Chorus