Текст песни Светлана Сурганова и Оркестр - Ворон

If there were tears in me
it would snow from my eyes.
And the wings, so what can they,
when they have no one to fly with.
I would be your moon
but the sky was shrouded in rain.
A field is plowed in early spring,
and you expect something from him.

I would become a burning candle
in your slightly cold hands.
But they already have joy and sorrow
the keys to the doors to nowhere.
To take a sip of sorrow
from the eyes of your tired.
In front of me, the leaves were whispering something
but I don’t understand their language.

Fall. Melted furnaces,
only they are not warmer.
In a fierce cold will cover you
some alien sorcerer.
The wind breaks the branches
fairy tales time has passed.
Fate will set up new networks
another game will start ...

A hoarse raven shouted to me
through window frame frames:
“Stay! You can't catch a dream! ”-
he, too, must have been alone.
Is it drowning in everyday life?
I wander in the snow-white mountains, -
you're in me like in a picture
in forever green colors!

05/28/1989