Текст песни Варвара Б. - У меня для тебя подарок

I have a gift for you-
the rustle of the wind lost in the grasses.
I give you the smell of matches
and a set of my habits.

The crackling fire under the tent of the night
conversation is semi-sweet soaked.
Falling asleep eyes smile
and the warmth from the shaky embrace.

Smells smoke in your hair tangled.
You are wrapped in a warm blanket.
I hide the silence in my pockets
You’ll call me a freak.

I give the sleeping streets a whisper
and a barely audible stomp of rain.
I give you lines in rhymes.
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