Текст песни animal jazz - Жаль

No one will be in the house,
Except for us with you and except
White leaves, dots and dashes.
Parting is not possible
And on tiptoe, carefully
The morning comes in as a partner in the game,
In our game.

And believing in impossibility,
We are losing our caution
Thin lines, dashes of fate
Look at my palms
Even the sky will not drown,
Afraid to solve the moves
Our game.

Without answers, no questions asked
We swim in the fall,
Parting and meeting again.
We are permeated with branches, we are bound with chains.
Who said that this is not love?

But this is not love
What a pity...