Текст песни Вадим Фомин - Мадлен

this fall will be little suicide
A cup of strong coffee warms her palms
re-return to life from night agony
Wind from the branch sill the last dried leaf

Stringing smoke touching sleepy colorless walls
Stranger from the mirror, the past ghost, who are you?
Thin layer of gray dust on that black and white photo
Where with a bouquet of violets Little Madeleine

Our destinies carry out a rapid flow of days
turning dreams into faceless everyday life
Does it make sense to lie yourself and forever keep them loyalty
Whispering midnight ... Lighthouses of urban lights

and tired of tragedy, pathos and waters
We are getting closer and closer - everyone to their Calvary
Tomorrow morning Madeleine will begin again with a cup of coffee
this fall will be little suicide