Текст песни kazbek - Слёзы облаков

Tears of clouds on the bridge do not leave traces
Kharkov in tears, but I can not imagine how to help
And fading away the stars themselves, tears miss
This bedtime story will tell me how to know

The fact that I'm sitting now as Homer or Virgil
I write with a pen in my hand, but the smell of rot in my lungs
And around a mile and everything flows from heaven to soil
The tears of the clouds are our tears I know for sure

And again the dark night and again I'm at the window
I'm sitting writing my new text, because their soul is full
Long after midnight here but I do not close my eyes
And a thunder-storm sings in my ear loving a verse

She whispers to me and rain all the time bitterly bitter
Like a mother near her son in a hospital bed
And the tears fall from above, and below are puddles
My family is sleeping, and it all circles me

I sat on the windowsill to write other lines,
About laughter about friendship, love, but not about tears for sure
But the lines climb the paper anyway
Everywhere life rolls, but not everyone has beauty

And by the way, I’ve been watching this topic forever,
When I look at the sky where the path is milky
I look at these stars they change me
Beckon with their moment and I myself am not

They look from a height. There is no way to hide from them.
You can hide and build heaps of barricades
After all, they are attracted from below by the lights of the first capital
HATOB Mirror Stream Sumy and Cascade

Now I throw the lines and in the process of writing
I glanced out the window - memories surged
I remember Sumy night girlfriend two Kent and I
Light hookah smoke is easy in the lungs

Talking jokes tricks on the maps
But do not return the era to us tetraumvipata
Freeway, Prado jeeps divided us but the truth
What I did with the fountain you won’t just see

Nostalgia presses hard but you won’t bring to tears,
Let the cold rain drop softly in Kharkov
In Kharkov, cold rain ...

And he is glad to try - it pours and pours like a bucket,
Wait, it's time to finish, 2 hours after all until the morning!
No one should see your tears, hide them!
But if not for them, where would this verse be?

And the wind died down, quietly began to play with foliage,
The moon is leaving, even though I shout after her, wait!
The empty city starts to wake up
And what was raining will become dew on the grass

Tears of clouds on the bridge do not leave traces
Kharkov in tears, but I can not imagine how to help
And fading away the stars themselves, tears miss
This bedtime story will tell me how to know

The fact that I'm sitting now as Homer or Virgil
I write with a pen in my hand, but the smell of rot in my lungs
And around a mile and everything flows from heaven to soil
The tears of the clouds are our tears I know for sure

The tears of clouds are water; they mean nothing to us.
Drops magnify a sight, those that fall from heaven.
But I can't watch our people cry
And they have no hope for anything but miracles.

As a kid climbed into the woods in the rotten jungle of drugs.
What brought him here, I can’t say
But in that fence with wire there is no beauty
And now his old mother is pouring tears in the river.

Sits in the market, sells tobacco ..
And that's all for over 90 years ..
Yes, I got a son, life was wasted count
And the mother will not catch the exit of the son a moment

What remains to do, remains to pour tears
At night, into the pillow, showing his weakness ...
Cry and wait for the thread to break
And with her pain, and constant fatigue.