Роцков - Стук сердца - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

And I heard a knock. In this thin wrist. In my thin wrist I heard the pounding of my heart against the walls of blood vessels. And I realized that not only my heart began to beat faster. I’m not the only one sliding inexorably into the abyss of hormonal breakdown. It wasn't just my blood that changed its composition. And the heart beat more and more often. The capillaries under the skin on our cheeks exploded with inexorable frequency, and if we were ants it would even hurt. But we are people. We are people. And people can afford to explode the smallest blood vessels under their skin because they love it. Because they love. And there is nothing strange or scary in love. And it wasn't. There was never anything strange about her. It’s not strange that the person standing in front of you feels his heart, which has begun to beat with the frequency of yours. It's not strange that you feel it through his wrist. Not weird. After all, we are people. We're holding hands. We're holding hands. Her fingers feel my heart. My fingers feel it. We are not here. There is no me and her. There is only the heart and its beating. And our hands. Eat. Apart. Our hands are inexorably far away. If his heart beat with a different frequency than mine. If it was beating. Then she no longer beats to the beat of mine. Mine to the beat of hers. We are strangers.