Текст песни Requiem 23 - Простой прохожий

I love those patterns that were falling from the sky
circling lay on the cold asphalt
and if he could have it for you probably climbed to the top
but I'm just a simple passer

and you're no angel
 you create your own scenery
on glasses gray cities you start up in courage
What a pity that this is the memory of my dreams
What a pity that this is the memory of my dreams

I like the land of the floor hundreds of kilometers from you
I was unable to reach your shores
there are only lacking in this world for themselves
dedicating long poems are not folding

Unfortunately it did not you hear how long cry
and my rustling leaves and the wind is in them
Love sick leave leaving for later
Love sick leave leaving for later