Текст песни Наталья Акимова - У судьбы на перепутье

Fate at a crossroads
I miss you.
Writing to the heart to rest, but -
I miss you.
      Whispers rain Lonely:
      Everything will pass, pass like a dream.
      Lowering his gray mane,
      The rustle of wet maple.
All that was missing,
All seems not lived,
Past fingers flowed
Former days of my ashes.
      I get lost, confused,
      Get up to mischief as a child,
      He missed. change
      I'm on the raindrops.
But shielding storm
To make it through
Restlessness of nature,
Neprichёsannost soul,
      Deadlock fatigue,
      Thoughts torn thread
      And wrenching lawlessness
      All attempts to stop loving.