Lyrics Павел Кашин - Всадник
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Всадник
Небо дышит сладким газом - этот мир опять готовит покушенье
Ты готова в этот раз защищать свои обиды до последних слёз
А из окон твоих глаз лучники готовы бить на пораженье
А из крепости моей мчится всадник сообщить, что я
Люблю тебя
Небо дышит чёрным гневом, сердце мечется горящею мишенью
Претворённое во сне, отливается в руках и острие стрелы
И движение в окне мне говорит о том, что принято решенье
И с коня слетает всадник, не успевший сообщить, что я
Люблю тебя
Небо тает и мгновенно с берегов Невы и Сены льются ноты
«Извините, мы не знали о причинах той печали, что у вас в груди
Ожидая вашей воли, то ли умерли мы, то ли очерствели
И не нас судить, что всадник походил по описанью на убийцу
Наших грёз»
Rider
The sky breathes sweet gas - this world again prepares attempt
Are you ready to defend your insults to the last tears this time
And from the windows of your eyes, archers are ready to strike
And from my fortress the rider rushes to report that I
Love you
The sky is breathing black rage, the heart rushing a burning target
Prefabricated in a dream, is cast in the hands and the tip of the arrow
And the movement in the window tells me that the decision was made
And the rider flies off his horse, not having had time to report that I
Love you
The sky is melting and instantly notes are pouring from the banks of the Neva and the Seine.
"Sorry, we did not know about the reasons for the sadness in your chest
Waiting for your will, whether we died, or hardened
And do not judge us that the rider was like the description of the killer
Our dreams
The sky breathes sweet gas - this world again prepares attempt
Are you ready to defend your insults to the last tears this time
And from the windows of your eyes, archers are ready to strike
And from my fortress the rider rushes to report that I
Love you
The sky is breathing black rage, the heart rushing a burning target
Prefabricated in a dream, is cast in the hands and the tip of the arrow
And the movement in the window tells me that the decision was made
And the rider flies off his horse, not having had time to report that I
Love you
The sky is melting and instantly notes are pouring from the banks of the Neva and the Seine.
"Sorry, we did not know about the reasons for the sadness in your chest
Waiting for your will, whether we died, or hardened
And do not judge us that the rider was like the description of the killer
Our dreams