Текст песни Поэт без усов - Бьютифул

My favorite.

At that time the burden of problems,
Avalanche fell on his back.

We're out of security systems,
With this not handle hastily.

And I under the mask, I will not hide,
That's obvious.

I promised to call - tonight.
Darling, I'm sorry: your number has sunk to infinity.

When I vynyrnu, I swear I'll find you.
You just do not judge, hear, ask.
I must now be lonely traveler.

But I love you,
Everything else - the noise.