Текст песни Светлана Сурганова - Приговор

And the stone word fell
On my still living breast.
Nothing , because I was ready ,
I handle it somehow.

I have now a lot of things :
It is necessary to kill the memory until the end ,
It is necessary that the soul petrified ,
We must learn to live again .

Or else ... Hot rustle of summer,
Like a holiday outside my window .
I have long had a presentiment of this
Light day and empty house .