Текст песни Дима Птицами - Я тебе рад

It was me
Hopes woven,
I, who did not quote Confucius,
But tying shoelaces
On your sneakers,
Who led thee,
And it is not given to stumble,
Who sad songs
He sang like a cricket,
But in a human,
Who ice applied a
To your injury,
Who touched in the crowd
You shoulder.

It was me,
Who shore you
As in the desert
With water the last vessel,
Whose hands they shall bear thee,
Whose heart will be the motor,
It was me who always / up fast /
Never / tomorrow /
Who took care of you
In the reserved seat,
Transitions and turns,
I'm sure you have not noticed,
But it was also me.

It was me,
Who are the seeds separated from the chaff,
Who is happy with your victories,
It was I who asked
Dressed up warm,
And do not forget to have dinner,
It was me,
Who, like three years ago,
I listened to the noise,
When the city reluctantly
pulled his
Winter robes,
It was me,
Who tell you,
As you hold dear,
Afraid.

It was me,
Who dreamed,
Who went to the station,
And in the doorway believed floors,
It was me,
Who sensitively guarded all your dreams,
Who left
Those poems and letters
In notebooks,
Who posted under the window
On the pavement:

Smile,
I'm glad you.

Remember
That clutter forever
Under fool feet.

It was me.