Дрожали стекла,
Часы спешили любить.
Глотали воздух,
Ловили тонкую нить.
Билеты к звездам
Нам лотерея судьбой.
Ныряю в космос,
Ты догоняй стрелой.
Три метра выше неба,
Тише, не сорвись.
Путь уступи кометам,
За меня держись.
Три метра выше солнца,
Крылья не спали.
Так несравненно чисто
В призрачной дали.
Сжимая руки,
Нас накрывало волной.
Раскаты грома,
И дождь в окно стальной.
Вспотели стекла,
Часы ускорили ритм.
Глотали воздух,
Он просто необходим.
The glass was shaking,
The watch was in a hurry to love.
They were swallowing air,
They were catching a thin thread.
Tickets to the stars
For us, a lottery by fate.
I'm diving into space,
You catch up with an arrow.
Three meters above the sky,
Quiet, don't fall.
Give way to comets,
Hold on to me.
Three meters above the sun,
The wings didn't sleep.
So incomparably pure
In the ghostly distance.
Squeezing hands,
A wave covered us.
Rumbling thunder,
And steel rain in the window.
The glass was sweating,
The watch accelerated its rhythm.
They were swallowing air,
It is simply necessary.
