Текст песни Erlin Eowyn - Андрюхе

I promise - I won’t cry,
Tears weaving into a blind drizzle.
With him I am now, as with you once:
It seems - together. And yet - separately.

Yellow leaves and black marble.
Grey sky. And everything froze.
Well, 22 is too little.
The wind of the year sweeps dust.

Well, now - smile, believe,
In the first wrinkles hiding the memory.
And giving the keys to the door
To know that one day he will not.

... Wax will stain a wet dress -
He is hotter and tears and hugs ...