Текст песни На гитаре - И под ее атласной кожей...

Monotonous flashed with the same pain my days,
As if the roses are falling and dying nightingales.
But it is sad, too, I was ordered to love.
And under her satin skin, and under her satin skin,
Runs poisoned blood runs poisoned blood.

And if I live in the world, it only because of the dream.
We both like the blind children will go to the mountain ranges,
There, where there is only a dream, at the edge of the whitest clouds
Search uvyanuvshie roses, look uvyanuvshie roses,
And listen to the dead nightingales.

Monotonous flashed with the same pain my days,
As if the roses are falling and dying nightingales.
But it is sad, too, I was ordered to love.
And under her satin skin, and under her satin skin,
Runs poisoned blood runs poisoned blood.