Текст песни Алексей Понамарев - На руках

On my hands lies a sheet, white white,
There is emptiness in my head
And yesterday the melody sang to me
And yesterday I was busy playing.

I didn't need prompters yesterday
The audience applauded me yesterday
I am an actor but I was not an actor
I just lived yesterday, did not play.

A crazy spotlight in my face
It hurts harder than the sun in the eyes
Today I am not someone, but someone
And I sing into the empty hall.

And painfully familiar faces
Flashed through the departing crowd
Emptiness will sparkle with silence
A timid chant echoes.

On my hands lies a sheet, white white,
There are no melodies or words in my head.
The snow does not melt on the body,
Snow of nightmares, prophetic dreams.

And do not stretch the song - froze
With icy fringes on my lips
Not a single force that exists
do not raise my voice high.