Lyrics Fist - За моим окном - За моим окном...

The wind blew, the fire went out
Smoke is coming, quiet as a thief
Remember you eagerly
Like a bee, you left a sting in me
In the hair ashes kneeling knife
The smell of berries, rye spikes in the field
I'm calm like morning air
My thoughts scattered like fluff
More recently, thunder boomed
Add mint to charcoal tea
My voice has not sounded since the fall
Young gray pops appear
You recently cried and broke your nails
I closed my eyes to everything, get it!
We will not see you again
I learned to breathe deeply here!

Chorus:
She is old, my new, a new dream
She is in the field outside the window, outside my window, motionless
She's weak, broken by the wind, rain all over
Will not return, will not return, will not return ... .. what if?

Cherry ripened in the backyard
Here I’m mine, and not some kind of extra
I’ll plant birch trees at home
Now words are no longer needed, they will last for a century
My hands sharp branch scratched
They grabbed my hands with their paws
In words, everyone at one time is strong
And they twisted me and ruined me
More air, further to the coast
Hiding behind the water lilies, my hysteria
At the bottom of clear waters, at the corners of the month
It’s like a staircase leads from a cold cellar
You are reminded of the rivers by a sleepy current
You flew away with leaves before the autumn rain
When the night sky stars
I know exactly ahead, you will like it

Chorus:
She is old, my new, a new dream
She is in the field outside the window, outside my window, motionless
She's weak, broken by the wind, rain all over
Will not return, will not return, will not return ... .. suddenly?

Always walks by, follows his gaze
Almost touching you, slowly lies next
Throwing back the heavy corner of the blanket
Looks at you, but you don’t look, you are tired
And in the yard that day the dust swirls
But I don’t know tiredness, I can’t sleep for a long time
I go into the fog and bring water to the bucket
While the sun wakes up, I rub the glass for it
I miss my hands, my desires
Again problems, again heavy partings
These dull buildings and simple solitude
Probably the easiest thing in life
My mistake is that I am my home
Traded casually for flights outside the window
No need to send kisses in the back
They hit the wrong target, they flew past.