Текст песни Alexey Ivakin - смотри

Look,
On the street poles
Lights
Sit and catch up fear,

And we -
Fragments of life on earth
Winters,
The one that dies in February.

And you
So expressive words,
In their tears,
The brains
It was printed with childhood fear,
What are you
I should be afraid of the dark.
Mother to child turns off the light -
To close the door stool -
In order not to run out you.

You grope crawling on the walls,
Not found the sun,
It threatened to cut yourself the veins
Retaken from the bottle Donets,

And mother laughed behind the wall.
You digested darkness,
You sit quietly in the corner and cry,
But things could be different.

Could be a free bird,
Fly the sun, catch sunsets.
It could sew dresses of calico
And soak in them, listening to the rumble of thunder,

But it's all a dream.
And you sit there and you realize:
"I should be afraid of the dark."
And you're walking down the street sigh,

And the lights
On the street poles
Die, and the fear comes.
Look.