Аля Кудряшева - От моих декабрей до твоей весны - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I work as a solar panel, I am in my pocket with the orange sun so that it will rise to the sky more and scratched the tops of the sleeping linden. The sun catches my fingers with rays, I tamed it and answer, the sun asks for breakfast and drink tea, asks to pour it right inside.

It’s so lonely to go in a circle to the sun - you have found, you know, a girlfriend, and he doesn’t care - at least love, at least swearing, to chat just about nonsense. I carry it carefully very much, because it is viability by the way and all the time wants to jump out at night, so that suddenly a day happens everywhere.

I work with solar entertainment, I feed it in the morning with cookies, and then with a tired one, I will grimace with the back of the evening. And when everyone has already scattered and sleeps, I wash the sun’s bare heels, otherwise everything will notice spots in the sun, it will not be on the inside for many.

But then gradually the sun grows up, at the transitional age he frying angrier, and a crimson spot at night alelets, and sometimes forgets to come home. And he comes - hot as a fried, he says that I, they say, is not even to him, and I am not a relative to him by blood, and that my appearance is unpleasant for him.

I understand that I, in general, myself, I indulge all the whims to all the whims, and it sticks the rays in my heart, so that it is painful - but I am so warm in my chest. He shouts about treason, longing, deceit ... And then he will quietly beckon to himself and fall asleep calmly in my pocket, and I will be afraid to wake him up.

I work as a solar panel. At dawn coolly, the east is gray, the air smells of leaves and lines, and it was time to open a pocket. I keep my pocket wider, so that it is easier ... The sun is a sleepy nose with a brown wrinkle, and then rises above a quiet grove, scatters with sparks home.