Текст песни Грустный Тромбон - Смородина и земляника

Silent rustle of your eyelashes
In the rainy chirp bird
Dissolved and left me
Contusion, squeak in the ears.
Fragrance of your hair
And my pillow again apart.
But my lips are saturated
Sweet taste of your name.

Your smorodine name -
Pothole from the discontinuous projectile
The hum of silence under heavenly blue,
Scorched oak on his beloved glade.

In my strawberry location.

Convulsive thrill in the chest
Do not go back and do not leave
Clearness of the empty palm,
Lips, peeled to blood.

Your smorodine name -
Sunny gleam from stubborn tin
Yellow newspaper, dull ink,
And other disruption of memories.

In my strawberry location.