Текст песни Стоцкая - Этими руками

These hands are nervous
No, do not touch me with feelings,
A faithful night, true to the day,
If you want - faithful to the fire.
And telephone lines
Between us all have cooled down
All blue,
And feelings from outside
And solo

Watching you,
Want to love you,
And maybe on this day,
When showers,
Hug you very strongly
And dissolve in these films ...

Embraced by flames,
Infinitely upwards taking off birds
Do not take any chances.
Clear only to them,
Hardly audible "bye"
So far I'm drawing you

These hands are nervous
No, do not touch me with feelings,
A faithful night, true to the day,
If you want - faithful to the fire.
And telephone lines
Between us all have cooled down
All blue,
And feelings from outside
And solo

A lonely night is performed by you
I remembered again
About that, that so long waits in the sky,
There I would.
Who among us will not have time, and who of us will really burn
As speakers
Would you take the sky in your arms.

I'll see you light,
We remain a small cloud,
We'll melt in the clouds over the city,
Where everything is now so inexpensive,
Where do we not like ourselves,
We would be happy to be together for a long time,
But the other songs the wind sang.
Do not touch the wires, here ...

Watching you,
Want to love you,
And maybe on this day,
When showers,
Hug you very strongly
And dissolve in these films ...