Текст песни
The asphalt still holds whispers of the day,
But streetlights pour their honey into streams.
The river carries lantern sparks away —
A watercolor fading into dreams.
The chestnuts burn like sparklers in the night,
Their petals fall like feathers to the breeze.
You're somewhere near — come closer to my sight,
I'll answer every footstep through the trees.
The starlit evening spreads its silver thread,
The masts are swaying lunar swings so slow...
And spring slipped in, unnoticed, nothing said —
Through April's keyhole, soft as falling snow.
We're two flames burning on the lantern map,
Like two routes with no final station call.
The blooming haze floats through the branches' gap —
And bridges underneath us learn to fall... in love!
Neon April, neon April night —
It paints us both in watercolors, flowing free.
You are my compass, lighthouse burning bright,
A glowing point upon my galaxy.
The boulevard puts on its cherry veil,
And sidewalks wear a coat of petals white.
Two pairs of footsteps trace a single trail
No navigator ever could get right.
Your palm's a harbor for my wandering ship
That sailed for years across the open sea.
The river takes my fears beyond the lip,
And wind composes us in major key.
The starlit evening spreads its silver thread,
The masts are swaying lunar swings so slow...
And spring slipped in, unnoticed, nothing said —
Through April's keyhole, soft as falling snow.
We're two flames burning on the lantern map,
Like two routes with no final station call.
The blooming haze floats through the branches' gap —
And bridges underneath us learn to fall... in love!
Neon April, neon April night —
It paints us both in watercolors, flowing free.
You are my compass, lighthouse burning bright,
A glowing point upon my galaxy.
The granite drinks our whispers till the dawn,
The trees hold up the heavens in their hands.
We're glimmers, we're a spark that's briefly drawn —
The river cannot touch where our light stands.
We're two flames burning on the lantern map,
Like two routes with no final station call!
The blooming haze floats through the branches' gap —
And bridges underneath us learn to fall... in love!
Neon April, neon April night —
It paints us both in watercolors, flowing free!
You are my compass, lighthouse burning bright,
A glowing point upon my galaxy!
Neon April...
Painting watercolors...
