Джио Россо - Единорог - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The old city kisses the back of a gray -haired fog, and in the bushes of the roadside, crickets quietly sing. Under the palms of the heart, under the heart - a great deception, and silver hands run on the ground. Tadeusz has a measured life, like a clock. Not to say that the fire, but not to say that ser. He is a caring brother and a very good son, not picky and cheerful, moderately handsome and dare. He is successful in his work and argues the matter in his hands, like everything in his life, habitually with the sign '' Plus ''. Only God continues to push him somewhere, on Him alone the driven path.

Yes, Tadeusz is in love. But, however, shallow, (until she sees her face). He looks at her through the screen of hospital curtains. And neither the syllable can not utter, nor a word. Christina has freckles, and a scar in the middle of her chest (where a stranger heart is driving through the veins). He softly touches her pale hand. Unnoticed, accidentally, again and again. He is a talented doctor and the best surgeon in the country. To be his patient is luck, a great honor. But Christina whispers tiredly: '' I will die? '' And Tadeusz cannot answer '' no ''. Yes, she is hopeless. And there is almost no chance. But this is “almost '' ', makes you go forward. Surgical scalpel carefully cuts death. And in the eyes of Tadeusz - quiet and hard ice.

He goes to bed, and dreams are lying nearby. And the deadline is painfully and evenly suitable. But at the very border of the last spring for them, a unicorn quietly enters his room.

This is a dream. But a very good dream. After heavy nightmares - a sip of ice water. A quiet ringing is heard in my head, the room is blurring, flowers grow everywhere. And in a foggy haze, silver and lively, a strange beast shuffs timidly at his hands. The emptiness retreats, and the “ambulance” subsides the howl, creating peace, so necessary for his brains.

Dreams become more often - once a month, week, day. And all the time a unicorn comes to him. This strong, magical and crazy beast escorts him along the paths of other roads. They sometimes walk along solar scales, far from planets, go along the seabed. And as if, the pain remains in a dream, awakening him, filled with strength, in the morning.

Christina’s things are getting worse, and “ten days '' - they say at the college of the convened doctors. He is trying to no longer think, forget about her. '' Patient, just. No, invention, not love ''.

Only her gaze, tin and ore, penetrates under the skin, touching the invisible strings. '' Operation of the day after tomorrow, and I always

He won, conquering the fate itself ''.

And a thunderstorm rages before a terrible day. Christina had the last chance. He goes to bed and is forgotten by sleep. As if for the very last time.

Again the garden and hundreds of flowering roses. The snow -white mane of a wonderful creature. A dumb question lies in his smart eyes. '' As if he sees the essence of my nature ''.

'' Remember fairy tales, Tadeusz? From distant children's years? As if the horn of this creature will cure any ailment. - This devilish voice tickles in his head. - What are you choosing? Devotion or love? ''

The scalpel trembles finely in his hand (and where does he come from?), Scarlet blood stained the snow -white skin. '' Does it make sense to kill him only in a dream? '' Horn, heavy and smooth, flies with a knock on the sand.

Five in the morning, the alarm clock is striking again. And Tadeusz, with difficulty spreading his eyes, sees a fresh sheet, creamed into the blood, and an broken horn, in his trembling hands.

But not the time for thoughts, it's time for business. An hour later, a sharp horn turns into a powder. Operation at nine, Tadeusz is in a hurry to her. To her delicate Christine, through thousands of miles of roads.

He gives her a drink of white powder. '' Drink. This medicine '' - brings a glass to the lips. And a little later, she falls asleep in his hands, he kisses her, touching his cheek slightly.

The operation is very successful. Told: '' Talent, made the impossible, like some god ''. But Tadeusz, as if not too happy, and pulsates his temple with pain.

Before discharge, he does not come to her. He does not seek, does not write and does not call. Let the string of sad days pass. And Christina will not remember his love.

He is vicious and