Василиса Кадина - Завтра будет сирень - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The best time of year for my wounded eyes

The forest has become noisy, painfully suspicious of us

There is no moon or wind, there is a big river

The sound has been turned off, somewhere I am alone on the trail

I am alone on the trail, I am alone on the trail, I am alone on the trail, I am alone on the trail, I am alone on the trail, I am alone on the trail, I am alone on the trail, I am alone on the trail

(How good I feel, how good I feel)

If I say it more gently, the forest is chilled to the little fingers

But if we are even more gentle, tomorrow there will be lilacs

Tomorrow there will be lilacs tomorrow

Tomorrow there will be lilacs tomorrow

Tomorrow there will be lilacs tomorrow

Tomorrow there will be lilacs tomorrow

The best time of year for my wounded words

For some reason I am chilled, I can't stand it

Tomorrow there will be lilacs tomorrow

Tomorrow there will be lilacs tomorrow

Tomorrow there will be lilacs tomorrow

Tomorrow there will be lilacs tomorrow

But if we are even more softer

Tomorrow there will be lilac

I am zero I am a cone I am an elephant I am a cloud I am the edge I am a pillar

I am Easter I am a drawing I am hunger I am a tornado I am guilt

I am a poplar I am the Kremlin I am a mother I am bread I am a shadow

I am a trade I am a sign I am a lilac I am tomorrow

I am better I am a mother I am a father I am a son I am a daughter

I am loyalty I am life I am a sign