Аля Кудряшева - 16 Когда наступает вечер, их становится больше... - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

When the evening comes, there are more of them. They seem to come out of gray frozen walls. What are the unfortunate, funny, have mercy on God, so very tired, but proud at the same time. They walk the streets in torn summer sandals, and it seems that their road will not come to an end. Well, maybe someone offended them, they scanned with their loved ones ... and wet branches joyfully whip them down their face.

They are terribly shaggy, thin, denim, and it seems as if the air will crush them in a single moment, they would not have a way to wrap their ways - but to put their feet in the heat, and light the gas under the kettle and hide behind the doors. And these are walking - as if they are walking along a narrow path, from here - not a step to the side, otherwise you will completely disappear. And somewhere music plays. You hear - quietly - music, so funny music, sad, like rain.

When the evening comes, they disappear in principle, such that they look affectionately, slightly with pity at me. They are large and strong, they feel the princes - so let them be princes, but not at the end of the day. And I smile at the evening, and I break my hair, let them shake the collar of the cloak there. And the rain looks incredulously, drawing oblique stripes on the dark window hollows and on forgotten things. And I’m walking - along the string, in my hands, the universe is, and the noise of the strokes is not louder than from the voice of the lizard. Everything is learned - to the crack, from birth to growing up, and the familiar is a friend to carefully touch my cheek.

Well, everything is calm and joyful, everything is as planned, and therefore, you can go to the teapot, to the bathrobe, to warm water ... Well, let me be a cold today, well, let me be a round fool, but ... meet me, my only! Where am I? I don't know where ...

And in the morning you will come out - and there are no jeans, wet, mysterious, which would warm, console, but where will you find them now? And now I dreamed that someone was calling me there: “My only ...” I looked into the window, but too much rain.