Елена Лобас - По узорам - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

On the patterns of the palm swapping, as if on the sea of ​​gray mercury. On the concrete floor to go out, in the coldest empty prelude. On the tested cable current, at a piercing top note. You were once sent by God, and now, together with him, you leave .. And we are just a sound with you, drunk from love in the morning. On confused hand veins, the cold of endless dramas. I wander the corridors to the eye, on the needed bundles of a cry, not to love, do not dream, do not wait! Just sailing .. in your patterns. On empty corridors echo, dumbfounded, sleepy fly. Frozen sticking eyelids, they do not warm the light lamps dim. According to the twisted capillaries - pain, soaked with a notebook smoke, this tenderness as a battlefield, retreating kiss in the back! On the polar circles of mourning, the focus was shoved from the photo. We mixed the colors of the Rainbow, so that it is so for the taste of tea so so ... Observing !! ...