Текст песни 21 - На белом потолке

On a white-white ceiling
Under the dim light of our chandelier
I will write your poems to you
So suddenly you have not been sad.
Transparent glass window
I paint the pastel for you
When the moon sleep is wanted
I will quietly wait for you in bed.
I will tell you as if by the way
I missed you very much
My beloved, good night ...
But after all, calmly does not happen at night.
And so in one another we are warming
Under a thin blanket wait for the dawn
And until the morning we will dream of summer
And the sky, blue from smoke cigarettes.