Текст песни Sonrisa - Джесси

I remember my dog ​​named Jesse,
As a very young pup then,
Howling at the door on our entire high-rise building -
Depresovala under the weight of the dog stress.

I remember that in the month of March - the beginning of spring,
Life turned to red, and gases.
I remember that my grandmother cried like a miss
Still the world, on the childhood and poetry.

Grandmothers there in June and I have no place
The photographs in the city and in hell.
Jesse lives in the countryside and sleeps on the couch;
Wool in her gray hair, and I was in a sweat

Again I wake up and think - all true:
Mom and Dad, as before, live with me,
Grandma just living. And even if not near -
I'm going for it - here is close, apply hand.

The worst thing to wake up and do not believe -
So sit at his broken trough.
I would like to lie down on the rug there, at the door
And, once Jesse, whimpering sobs.

30.10. - 10.31.13.