Текст песни Алексей Кобзев - так....

so your hand will stroke me
so the crown of the daughter's head is near the lips -
teased with molasses and the smell of milk,
so fly south
cumulus august clouds

so tenderness nests in the heart in half
to lose with primal horror,
so, looking in the mirror in the morning,
remember your mother
and your soul crawls to her feet

so you run to the smell, to the light, to the sound,
without looking back, losing everything that I could save,
turning into a nerve, turning into a hearing -
gaining speech
by touching the fingers of your beloved hands

this is how you prepare breakfast and put tea,
so you watch how you breathe and frown,
so you kiss casually,
so screaming in pain, bleeding
fists if your shoulder is not near ...
so you make love -
the most humane executioner

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