Текст песни Мрак Шагал - Падение с высоты

Distraught falls through the curtain light,
out of breath on the way.
I explain to you that you - my gravity,
my fall from a height.

I hold in my hands, hands clenching into a fist,
very salty salt,
As a poet held Gulag
how you loved to walk barefoot.

rain as a hydraulic press,
the sun is warm, like the fingers of your hand.
To recall the heroes of plays,
Braiding ridiculous quarrel poems.

Memory as branches of willows
thick leaves hides us from ourselves.
after many years as a long sleep eyes slightly open
I remember how you were always.

falls through the curtain light,
out of breath on the way.
I explain to you that you - my gravity,
my fall from a height.

I hold in my hands, hands clenching into a fist,
very salty salt.
you are so fond of walking barefoot.