Текст песни Алла Онофер - Я давно не писала таких стихов

I have not wrote these verses:
From which the skin shiver
And it may even throw in the pot.
Long time no hear sad music.

Largely gloomy finding,
I mayalas or light-headedness,
But the night saved the fog watching
And every night I saw.

In the sky a close eye draws
And the hands that extend from the sky.
And if there is no truth in the night,
It is better to let the dreams
I will not get.

Spring smells, but the trouble is,
I do not have this joy.
You know, when you feel the cold
Everything seems nasty muck.

Throughout I find laid-back peace,
And no matter to the new.
I would have drowned, but his hand
I touched the bottom of the grave.

Where a power take?
Fleeing from the truth,
I'm tired in the wind
I really his torment.

And the truth of the world need someone?
Perhaps empty passersby.
Perhaps to drown insomnia
And I will at all similar.