Текст песни ГРУППА САТУРН - ЕСЕНИН ДЕНЬ УШЕЛ

The day is gone, reduce the line,
Again, I moved to care.
Gently sweep of white finger
Secrets years I cut the water.

The blue jet of my destiny
Scum beats cold foam,
And puts his stamp of silent captivity
New folds in wrinkled lips.

With each passing day I become a stranger
And myself and the life who told me.
Somewhere in an open field at the boundaries,
I break away from the shadow of his body.

Undressed she was gone,
Taking my shoulders bent.
Somewhere far away, it is now
And another tenderly he embraced.

Maybe prone to it,
About me she had forgotten
And stared at the ghostly darkness
The folds of the lips and mouth had changed.

But he lives by the sound of the previous years,
What, like an echo, he wanders around the corner.
I kiss blue lips
Black shadow tisnut portrait.