Текст песни No strings - Пасмурная

We don’t want to be snow, we don’t want to be rain
Not the desire to fall, we want to be a cloud,
Fly to where you were not, and where no one is waiting
Do you want to touch the sky, but there is wild cold ice ...

And I'll be layered, and you're feathery,
I'll be low, you look down on top
But soon I’ll get tired, and then I will become cumulus,
And I will fall, fall, rain fall down!

After all, how unbearably to be a cloud ...