Текст песни
I’ve never seen your face, never touched your hand
No, I’ve never seen your face and never touched your hand
But these blue devils whisper that you’re somewhere near me
The rain outside the window murmurs something to me in your voice
Yes, the summer rain whispers in the garden in your young voice
And in the cherry blossoms I see your ghostly home
Bird cherry intoxicates, as if the scent of your hair curls in the night
Hear it? Bird cherry smells like the scent of your hair in the stuffy night
I look at the clouds, and I drown in their blue, like in your eyes… so just be silent
What is this — a whim? Or just an obsessive dream?
I bite my finger until it hurts to know this isn’t a dream
But if this is madness — let it go on
My blues understands everything, it draws out the chord slowly
Old good blues understands how the soul cries and sings
You’re near, you’re mine… and life is damn good
