Текст песни Вадим Курылёв - Остывший мир

In the dying minutes of the earth cooled,
showered light from the cold spring,
we spit at the ceiling, and we were lucky again for some reason,
and did not come true prophetic dreams.
Cools the world lastly walks,
looking us in the eye painted window
and on our table covered with ashes heroes
of yesterday's newspapers,
and all just as once upon a time ...

Your new day poured from the sky -
This spring again.
Cooled the world at the bottom -
drink it to the dregs

Alone in a crowd of shabby our angel
disappears, and we can not go back -
we are silent at dawn,
trying to sing at sunset,
and what a difference to us -
in heaven or hell ...

Your new day poured from the sky -
This spring again.
Cooled down at the bottom of the world,
drink it to the dregs