Текст песни Роман Миронов - Між нами

I will fall in love.
The sherrit of her door
It is reminiscent of a touch, a wasteland.
Fall asleep
In the bowels of her eyes,
In the knitting of the voice, the bunch.

You are lost.
Snow, worlds, rain.
More than sadness. Loneliness is cold.
Almost move
Lips, wrists only,
Drink, sweet and naked.

I would prefer that
Fatum became words.
Your trenchant hands.
And say all that to you
did not say. All that
died between us.