Текст песни Елена Лобас - По узорам

In the patterns of the palm swollen, as if on the sea of ​​gray mercury. On the concrete floor to go out, in the coldest of empty preludes. Under the trimmed cables 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 veins of hands, cold endless drams. I wander the corridors to the eyes of a cry, not to love, do not dream, do not wait! Just sailing .. In the patterns of yours. On empty corridors echo, dumbfounded, sleepy fly. Frozen sticking eyelids, they do not warm the light lamps dim. On 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 though to kill the tears of taste ... Observing !! ...