Текст песни Sergey Pavlov - Неприкаянный

Gray eyes, monotone hand,
And the freshness of spring is out,
Head stubborn mood of autumn,
Heavy showers, not rise in flight.
Strange how the window is closed,
Although the sun is shining in his eyes,
Opposite turquoise eyes,
This is probably the sun.
Why closed window?
Do not let the rays of the bed,
And the sun is raging blizzard,
I do not care what side of the door in April,
Nope urine, well, where's rays?
It is hard, even cry out in pain,
I'm tired of listening to the wind Layan,
And some sobbing crowd.
Sun, where are you then?
It is waiting for as you open the box,
And you touch tenderness roses,
I understand that I live again ...