Текст песни Клим Стронский - Розы

the wind develops your hair in my memory
and I'm sitting on the pavement
hugging the last snow
touches in the spring
carrying your fingers
on your shoulders.
evening with the aroma of flowering grass
on the moorings of heavenly plates
and you are very close -
at arm's length.
scattering lenses in my eyes
don't catch this mysticism
I finish a glass of water
and a whole life ahead
in which I did not grow the world inside.
the ships were sinking in my hands
on the shores and in the oceans,
sinking to the floor
I dreamed in this spring too
face your gaze
but the ruins of weeping slabs
I confidently go down
where dreams weathered in the window
with the smell of cigarettes.
a drop of nicotine as meaning
wake up every day
as if there’s no sense at all,
and the inside looks like targets in a dash,
we stole pictures
from grocery stores,
and hung their prints.
taking their lungs out of the laundry room
I buy up your remnants with feelings
the beginning is somewhere ahead
but i don't finish
dwell on electrical wires,
clenching fists
I want to stay once and for all
filled with moisture in the clouds.

ever in old age
I will go to the store with a cane
and I’m sure to buy you the most beautiful roses.