Текст песни Скрябін - Сумно

The streets of the city are covered with snow,
People were running in the snow,
Went all day who where,
They left traces without a second thought.
Everyone follows - a different person,
Another second, another hour.
I wonder if in the footsteps of these to follow,
Where can they take me?

Chorus:
Sad when there is no ...
It's cold when it's winter ...
Probably to be magical again
There must be time
Sad when there is no ...
It's cold when it's winter ...
Probably to be magical again
It must be sad ...

People walk their routes,
Meet here and there.
Less often, more often, as at traffic lights,
Sometimes they nod and sometimes they say
Sometimes their roads are parallel.
Evening, night, morning and day,
People cling to themselves like snow,
The traces have parted - and people are bored ...

Chorus.

People are different, there are so many of them,
And you can't tell by the tracks.
Who will you follow and how will it be?
Will you go far, or will you soon forget?
The tracks are small and deep,
For several days and thousands of years.
I want to step on the ground like that,
Never dreaming of being erased ...

Chorus.

Sadly...
Coldly...
Definitely...
Sad ... Sad ...
Coldly....
Probably to be magical again
It must be sad! ..