Текст песни LT - Солёный дождь

Salted rain rolled on your cheeks,
Throwing the shadow, you go on my tracks,
And even the night will not hide me from you,
As if the knife cuts me a sticky look.

And again sleep, cold and spiny snow
Your face throws flocks of your bowels.
So cheerful sadness flows up
Bouquet of roses throwing white clouds.

So puts out, I fly there, where heaven.
Jealous, down the angels of me.

And again sleep, cold and spiny snow
Your face throws flocks of your subsoil,
So cheerful sadness flows up
Bouquet of roses throwing white clouds.