Текст песни Pushking 2003 Дорогая - 05 - Romanticheskaya

Heart rhythms have a syllable
Moans from wind strings road
You ask about life burning sparks,
Shooking expecting alarming thoughts

And opened breasts for hundreds of arrows
And forgotten sadness for the life of the walls
Until the end of the road one days
And lost the key from those doors

And not touching dreams
The sky is unsettled love;
We will not open again
Mystery of tired winds

Linked lines on the left
Asphalt glare caught chalk
Window winds woven notes
The line between the sky is expensive

And melts the pulse under the hundred arrows,
Remembering sadness for the shadow of the walls
Until the end of the road remained day
And the forgotten key from those doors ...

It makes sense to melt the land
Sky dispelled sadness;
And will not open again
Mystery of tired winds