Текст песни Fleur - Пожалуйста, будь моим смыслом

I draw yellow lizards, pink snakes
Mad clouds, in them singing sirens
Outside the window becomes the darker sky
But the sky is in my hands, on the smooth surface of the walls

These mountains, these rivers, covered with ice
I named them in your honor, the sky was covered by a blizzard
The glowing will leave the sun afterwards
There will be flowers and wood, April will begin soon

Please be mine, please, be my meaning
We are alone in the whole earth, in the heart of my paintings
The whole world is invented, the whole world of the invented truths
I need your warmth, I want to be your sense

Outside, someone cries, someone's name is
Hurried footsteps, rain as rustling pages
I paint a festive bright salute
Flowers, balls and flags, thousands of joyful faces

Please be mine, please, be my meaning
We are alone in the whole earth, in the heart of my paintings
The whole world is invented, the whole world of the invented truths
I need your warmth, I want to be your sense.

Couples:

Am C F
I draw yellow lizards, pink snakes
F Am Am ​​F
Mad clouds, in them singing sirens
Am C F
Outside the window becomes the darker sky
F Am F
But the sky is in my hands, on the smooth surface of the walls

These mountains, these rivers, covered with ice
I named them in your honor, the sky was covered by a blizzard
The glowing will leave the sun afterwards
There will be flowers and wood, April will begin soon

Chorus:

Am C F
Please be mine, please be my meaning
F Dm F
We are alone in the whole earth, in the heart of my paintings
Am C F
The whole world is invented, the whole world of the invented truths
F Dm F
I need your warmth, I want to be your sense

Verse:

Outside, someone cries, someone's name is
Hurried footsteps, rain as rustling pages
I paint a festive bright salute
Flowers, balls and flags, thousands of joyful faces

Chorus:

Please be mine, please be my meaning
We are alone in the whole earth, in the heart of my paintings
The whole world is invented, the whole world of the invented truths
I need your warmth, I want to be your sense

Verse:

Outside, someone cries, someone's name is
Hurried footsteps, rain as rustling pages
Without you, all my work is meaningless
Music and poetry, the sound of rain and the singing of birds