Текст песни Павел Фахртдинов - Неуверенный монолог

Vladimir Lanzberg

That day that evening, and again, that day, then evening,
Your Mirage, but it is not eternal, he will be adjusted.
Perhaps, yes, it will hug a snowfall for your shoulders.
And he will guide away from me, to the country of the old time.

And here is the solid, sorry and frozen
Are you going. Everything is so simple, all good in darkness.
Perhaps yes, leaves. Dreams remain, and monsters.
Blessed by Saint Anthony, sometimes I envy him.

Blessed, who believes mirages and gibe,
For whom the nightlings of Flying a spoiled blood.
Perhaps yes, goodbye, as they say past the money.
Chekan does not rush to his coin. Do not suffer. Live.