Диаспора - Наташа - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The earth met another dawn,

Our hero woke up, we got dressed sluggishly,

And again he trudged to the old pier,

Life seemed boring to him, gray, did not dream.

A little has already passed the lawn,

And suddenly he saw the girl, she smiled at him.

They introduced themselves to each other, but nothing surprised, did not please,

As if everything is in a circle!

And when they walked, she asked:

"Why don't you see the colors of the beautiful!?"

Look what power is in every petal,

Here it is a part of the world, in my hand,

You know when I walk alone, I do not notice the flowers more,

I almost always look at the sky and dream that I can fly,

I know for sure, behind the clouds, where there are no rains, there is a monastery for those who die.

In the sky, at night to light soul,

This is to see the road better,

And the flowers, of course are closer, but they will be wound soon,

They are worthy of only a fleeting gaze.

They are beautiful, of course, of course,

But the stars shine forever, because in the beginning there was a word.

And how do you dream of something higher,

If it has long been beyond the scope of this life!

If you do not see the point, in an earthly, short life,

What are you always looking for in the sky!?!

And he could argue

But I thought, but worth it!?

It seems like a simple flower, but something is bothering

All the way while they went to the pier,

Natasha was happy about life, and he was silent.

The next morning he woke up

As if he was born again or woke up,

Although the day was gloomy, clouds in the sky,

But still, a new ray appeared in the soul.

He did everything as he did before, dressed as well,

But I went not to the pier, but to Natasha,

He went out a little earlier, closer to the dacha, because there you can buy live flowers, for Natasha, so the second floor is not a lot at all,

And soon he again find himself at the familiar threshold, grateful to God, for this meeting,

Now he looks differently on the path of Milky,

And on the landing site there are wreaths,

And in decrepit fingers, old people hold candles,

Then he was told a sick heart,

Natasha was 18, she loved her childhood.

And all the way while he went to the pier,

He thought about Natasha and was silent,

Droplets of rain fell from the sky,

And on the pier, he was already standing under the shower,

And he noticed: how the flowers bathed in drops,

Like grass, the earth swallowed water eagerly.

And that night I saw a new star,

And he just sat down and thought to himself

They say that when someone lights dies, the sky cries, but now I know for sure,

These tears simply clean the clouds

This is to catch the road better ...

Every moment can be the last.