Текст песни Александр IVANOV - Крест и ладонь

Cross and palm, my atlas in these days, but
the road to nowhere to my house, by the stars outside the window.
Black lighthouse, we put life to the wind, but
no need to rush to sail away, we are waiting for the black number.

Do not leave, accept, warm up, I'm terribly cold
and my throat is silent.
Do not leave, accept, warm, palms and a nail
and my heart is beating again.

Get up off my knees, blows mark pain and
I hear a thin ringing in my hand, a wrinkled palm.
It's not a light, but everyone who
light and who is not, fire will help give the answer.