Текст песни
The Italian
Is hawking
The carnival
Sings
The borrowed tongue
Talking
Inside
Nothing rings
The crowd
Keeps me — measured
Days
Turn over — like cards
Without root
Without faith
Without treasure
A homeless gambler
In shards
What I feel
In for-eign
Cities
I — don't
Know
I lose my way
Through their
Al-leys
I melt
In their
Glow
In the crowd
I — dis-ap-pear
Parallel
Un-known
For my own
Drawing — near
For-ev-er
My own
Aivazovsky
In me — wave
Storm
And swell
And spray
On granite
I — stand engraved
Me and you
Far away
The Neva
In me — doubles
The lantern
On water — quakes
The one I don't know
Troubles
My window
When no one wakes
What I feel
In MY
Own — cities
I — DO
Know
I find my way
Through their
Al-leys
I burn
In their
Glow
In the crowd
I — dis-ap-pear
Parallel
Un-known
For my own
Drawing — near
Parallel
For-ev-er
My own
I'm staying
I'm staying
I'm simply
Not gone
I'm staying
I'm staying
I'm simply
Not gone
