Текст песни варвара плачет ночью - холодно

all the same
is it good, bad or not at all?
because people at different times
rarely resemble each other.
on the line of hands, the touch of cold passers-by and the heartbeat,
and his hair is flax
no longer resemble anyone else.
steps switch to running and in a short time,
I lose the whisper of my lips in space.
I was given a one way ticket
and for a moment, I thought that nothing could be returned.
and I ran to burn all my lines
which were synonymous with your name.
dots and dots flew from the window,
not a hint of commas among them.
and you still believed in your words,
who spoke on the way to everyone they met.
but why didn't you tell me then
that love is never eternal.