Текст песни Варшавский Черный кофе - Герой

Reflected in the mirrors , the light of joy in his eyes,
Parted at this hour and the gates of heaven.
Fills the room again remelted metal,
And to me, that time you flew over the precipice .

Above the ground in this hour
Shed rain for the umpteenth time !
wash away the dust and dirt ,
And in a way , my hero , you ye shall find rest.
Be a living soul , with all my heart I'm with you .

Disappearing under the water , rises with the wave,
Reflected in the heavens , finds sweet home .
Again, your angel is flying , and the Lord keep you ,
For mirrored walls become hard as granite.

Last voice trailed off ,
Farewell gleam in his eyes
Out musician
Flowers and pain in the hands .
Burns ramp flare ,
The light filled the room,
And the audience once again ,
Its all called and called ...

music and lyrics by : Dmitry Varshavsky