Текст песни Михаил Башаков - Ты моя тонкая веточка

You are my thin twig ,
Fragile delicate stvolok .
The time now is raw ,
The sky is the ceiling -
Gray , in the cracks , stains ,
And my hands - the brush ,
I painted the brightest ,
Paint your leaves .

Wind gusts , ringing
The drops are thrown into the glass.
You are my delicate sprig
In any way it can not be washed out.
Wish Devout flash
In my every movement.
My joy multicolor -
Here's my sequel!