Текст песни Врана Сльози - Лепестки

In the hands of, frozen for a moment,
Fate brought the old brush
Scarlet lines weave veins,
Like the vine.

Every drop of goodbye
He gave himself on the generosity of a rare,
Bitterness tucking expectation
Lush verdant agave.

Soon you cry this feeling,
Quickly dropping the apparel;
Remember that the most serious in the morning,
Similarly, you are weeping willow.

At sunset, like the Sun,
Answer quiet, indifferent.
Enjoy word fails,
As if the scent of asters.

L Long lines wait for trying to ...
Drain the moisture of the old canteen,
Pluck leaves from the memory,
Similarly, all the reptile daisy.

But as long as we are subject to doubt,
Looking for the best ideas of prose,
Unnoticed scatter time
As if in the autumn birch.

You do not want to - do not.
For me, nothing was strange b.
What we have inside cool -
Cornflowers overgrown wounds.

All my grief take on his hands,
Enough of your couple gentle words
Dissolve the midst of separation
The color of red rose petals.