Текст песни М. Лукач - Два слова

Late dawns are transparent to envy
In the gloomy forest designer grass,
Sleeping hand I touch the words
I hear how words are laughing and crying
Maybe they need me to laugh
Maybe they vote for me,
It sounds cold, just so no come
Hide in depth and hope, and pain.

I keep the word "was" in the palm
Lips themselves say: it was
Very gently, very quiet: it was
White blizzard cooked,
The old town, as if the song was
Heart beats, stunning - took,
My life in the sun was in the sun - it was
How is it: was - and passed?

Slow and ghostly snow wool,
Somewhere around the corner the spring was covered,
You do not say that the words are to blame -
These are not them, it is our fault.

I keep the word in the palm "will"
Lips themselves utter:
Very gently very quiet: it will be
Streets are long and empty,
I hold the word "will" in the palms
Will again.
Again life on the throat in the sun - there will be
Unless you believe - it will
If only you come back - it will be
If you only be near you,
If you only be near you,
If you only be near you.