Текст песни Иван Розин - Любовь пронзает времена

Time through his fingers like sand,
The long days of waiting.
Books, Read between the lines,
And wrote a letter of recognition.

It seems though, can not be found
Someone who is fate,
And never meet path
But know this, everything will be different.

Under the filaments of light rain,
In the embrace of gray clouds,
Above the sea of ​​wild flowers
She met you.

Maybe sleeping in the windows of houses
Or tape tracks,
Somewhere among the unsolved dreams
You who are looking for something too.

It seems though, can not be found
Someone who is fate,
And never meet path
But know this, everything will be different.

Under the filaments of light rain,
In the embrace of gray clouds,
Above the sea of ​​wild flowers
She met you.