Текст песни Эпопея - Не именуй

You, about which I cried in a dream
On the poor bed.
You, whose name fell into me
As in the cradle.
You, that remembering me at the late hour,
You won't sleep ...

Do not name this is a miracle that we are always disturbing,
While we are alive.
You look at lovers, do not listen to what they say,
Words of their false.

For you, I am alone
I remembered one me.
You like a surf we approach, waving quietly
Noise and rustle pen.
I hugged many, and many lost a long time ago,
I did not touch you, but took you in captivity.

Do not name this is a miracle that we are always disturbing,
While we are alive
You look at lovers, do not listen to what they say
Words of their false.