Текст песни Веста Полякова - Сказка

She sat on the soft grass and watched dark rain clouds run on a clear sky. She knew that soon the sky would be poured with rain. The cool and affectionate wind confused her hair, and she only smiled. A small drop fell on her cheek. More dozens, no, perhaps, hundreds of the same droplets pounded on the ground, raising the smell of young grass up. The wind brought the aroma of the lavender field, and it spinned in a thin train in the air.
There were about a dozen letters in her hands. Her letters. All in expensive and beautiful envelopes. But she knew that all these words would never see their addressees. A small stack - a piece of her soul, her feelings, was rewound with a neat ribbon, with a lavender tied to her, everything from the same field.
Leaning back, she lay down on the grass, exposing her face with a gentle rain. Her soul was opened by memories.
She is a lover of delicate and sweet smells; Singing the song of heaven, rain; spring breeze and autumn sadness; sea breeze; dawn and sunsets; green tea and milk chocolate; Shakespearean sonnets and instrumental music; "Instant pictures" and drawings with a simple pencil.
Someone pretty quietly approached the place where she was lying. Submitted completely in the thought of the sky and rain, she did not notice anything. And it was him. Yes, exactly, with a capital letter.
In his hands was an umbrella under which he was hiding from the most beautiful phenomenon. Behind the back is a backpack. He sank down nearby, looking at her face. Apparently feeling her eyes, she sat down again, watching those whom she no longer hoped to see.
He sat down nearby. A soft smile on his face. Having folded the umbrella, he no longer paid attention to drops of rain, especially since they became less and less with every moment that it pleased him incredibly ... But it upset it.
Removing a backpack from his back, he took out a blanket from him and threw it over her shoulders, noting that she was trying in vain to hide trembling. He noticed the very stack of letters lying on her knees. Something stole inside, telling who is addressed to whom all this is.
“You will allow you to look,” - this was not a question, as if he already knew that she would not refuse.
She looked uncertainly at the envelopes. Is it worth sharing secrets with someone? Carefully pulling the ribbon, she freed the envelopes. Before handing them to him, I looked carefully at everyone. The angle of one was scorched by fire. An unsuccessful attempt to destroy, deal with memories. She sighed and smiled sadly. He encouragingly touched her shoulder and took the envelopes into his own hands.
Strange inscriptions on the front sides of envelopes. Not the names, only four envelopes “Asterisk”, three, one of which was scorched, “Heaven”, and the last to him ... carefully looked around each envelope, considering the ligature of bizarre patterns on them. But he discovered only his.
She looked at him in surprise. Looking into his eyes, she realized that he respects her secrets. It is strange to understand everything so without words. Recently, she has been able to trust few to anyone. Turned away. She pretended that she did not care how he would understand what was written. Among the grass, a bell was lost. A smile lit up her face. Gently touched the flower.
Probably, he was used to her oddities and therefore, too, only smiled, observing her. He lowered his eyes to the paper. Obviously parchment. Passed with fingers. She wrote in ink, obviously despising her hands.
For some time both sat in complete silence. He - read, she - breathed in the sky.
And again as before. Everything is like in, written by someone, a magic book.
It is so strange to be together and be alone with nature. Alone with your thoughts.
But now, it seems that the wind could bring them together. Invisible threads, feelings weaved.
Yes, they say love - this is the thread that connects two souls ... and what contributes to this, who knows ... It may simply look enough ... And the words ... words are just usually superfluous when they are said aloud. And letters open the soul ...
The sun looked out in heaven, dispersing the clouds around it. But this did not prevent the rain from going down to the ground again, singing praise of miracles ...