Текст песни Фёдор Орлов-Маливанов - Всё чего не коснётся, чего не коснётся мой взгляд

In the evening there will be an hour
Between inspiration and sleep
The walls of the ceiling and window hang serenely
I'll count that three
And I wish that
Everything will come alive and wake up that will not touch
what my eyes will not touch

In the morning I woke up in an hour
Before a menacing day
Wiper cats and trees anxiously watching
Here I count to three
And I smile
Everything will come alive and wake up that will not touch
what my eyes will not touch