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Luma Vey - The Orchids Dreaming By
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Текст песни: Dusk settles over the roof in a blue-green shade
Your sleeve leaves a crescent where the warm glass fogs
One bead of water takes its time down the pane
While the little bulbs blink above the pots
You turn the tap, then forget it’s on
I watch the silver spill across the tin
The orchids fold their colors into sleep
And every quiet thing lets evening in
Stay here where the glass keeps the day
Soft drops drawing lines as they fall
The string lights blink, then drift away
You and me, with nothing to call
Stay here till the last warm pane
Holds the dusk against the sky
Your hand in mine, the water running
And the orchids dreaming by
A green leaf trembles under one bright drop
The watering can tips past its brim
You laugh and catch it with your bare hand
As the greenhouse turns the whole roof dim
The city settles somewhere out of view
A moth makes one slow circle near the door
You say my name like you have nowhere else
And I could stay beside these leaves for more
Stay here where the glass keeps the day
Soft drops drawing lines as they fall
The string lights blink, then drift away
You and me, with nothing to call
Stay here till the last warm pane
Holds the dusk against the sky
Your hand in mine, the water running
And the orchids dreaming by
The tap goes quiet, drops keep falling
Dusk rests gently on the glass
The orchids sleep beneath the small lights
Let this little evening last
Your sleeve leaves a crescent where the warm glass fogs
One bead of water takes its time down the pane
While the little bulbs blink above the pots
You turn the tap, then forget it’s on
I watch the silver spill across the tin
The orchids fold their colors into sleep
And every quiet thing lets evening in
Stay here where the glass keeps the day
Soft drops drawing lines as they fall
The string lights blink, then drift away
You and me, with nothing to call
Stay here till the last warm pane
Holds the dusk against the sky
Your hand in mine, the water running
And the orchids dreaming by
A green leaf trembles under one bright drop
The watering can tips past its brim
You laugh and catch it with your bare hand
As the greenhouse turns the whole roof dim
The city settles somewhere out of view
A moth makes one slow circle near the door
You say my name like you have nowhere else
And I could stay beside these leaves for more
Stay here where the glass keeps the day
Soft drops drawing lines as they fall
The string lights blink, then drift away
You and me, with nothing to call
Stay here till the last warm pane
Holds the dusk against the sky
Your hand in mine, the water running
And the orchids dreaming by
The tap goes quiet, drops keep falling
Dusk rests gently on the glass
The orchids sleep beneath the small lights
Let this little evening last
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