Текст песни Нина Бродская - Чудаки

Freaks we are with you, freaks:
I am silent, not a line from you.
You don't call me, I don't call you.
Even the stars are sad, falling from the sky into the grass,
And the locomotive whistles scream:
“Freaks! You freaks, freaks! "

Weirdos you and I, weirdos:
Themselves their happiness - in shards!
I don't meet you, and you don't expect me ...
"You can not do it this way! You can not do it this way!" - drumming
rain through the window.
Friends want to reconcile us:
“Freaks! You freaks, freaks! "

Freaks we are with you, freaks:
So close, so far away.
Everything has been forgotten long ago, and there are no more grievances,
You call out soon, and I will respond in response.
Why won't you hold out your hand to me?
You and I are freaks.
We are weirdos, weirdos! ..