Текст песни Рада и Терновник - Не уходи

Do not go - you oborvesh cobwebs of sleep
This is my body through the open door knocks
Do not go
I am going away from the anesthesia -
In the body awakened by pain
I can not see the dead person
Now I'm trying to understand -
This morgue or hospital
And if the hospital - what hurt
Here sweet smell
Bitterness on his lips.
Nearby on a narrow bed
Someone's soul flies.
In my house cold wind
And the handkerchief in front of a canvas
Do not go
This anesthesia or Treat
This is life or anesthesia
This sun-colored grass
A grass earth colors
A ground color of the sun
This is my body through the open door knocking.
We glued boxes for narrow table
Over wooden table
We are twelve of the narrow table.