Текст песни Иван Прохоренко - Чуть дыша...

I was just a shadow
At that meeting with you
Last one. The wind blew
From the street next.

You lowered her hat
Wrapped in a scarf
Knitted. Wind you tired
With their stories.

He decided everything himself,
He let loose
I'm so tired
You too?

And without losing faith,
Losing memory
Rattle. Hold the handle
What fingers cut.

No more strength -
About you some memories
Eternal. Only about that day -
About the late evening.

Bouquets in flowers -
There is no point in words
There is no point in dreams -
Will wither ...

Drops of dew run tears on your cheeks.
Tulips on a drop of pain - I'm alone.

A drop of pain on her cheek stopped, as if waiting.
But she left a long time and will not come.

And the rains are running through the windows - they are trying to get into the houses.
You wrap yourself in your scarf, you're not alone.

The scarf will get wet, your soul will get wet with it -
Very quiet.

I kiss hands
Hug me
Casually - hands of the wind -
And yours were so tender ...

Uncommonly
And today, remember
Those days. When we were near -
And now alone.

Recently quite
I was all to you.
Come with you at seven
We wake up.

Drops of dew run tears on your cheeks.
Tulips on a drop of pain - I'm alone.

A drop of pain on her cheek stopped, as if waiting.
But she left a long time and will not come.

And the rains are running through the windows - they are trying to get into the houses.
You wrap yourself in your scarf, you're not alone.

The scarf will get wet, your soul will get wet with it -
Very quiet - just breathing ...
Leisurely...
Not breathing ...