Текст песни Ignes Fatui - На три счета

Paintings someone lived moments
Attrition of time, beaten gray.
Color good life on the dead persons
They are so much warmth, hope, gold.

On account of three circles this fall,
Remembering the past few days.
The wind softly sings this song,
And we believe that we are not alone.

Porcelain almost transparent, like the air,
Cold glass long-extinct eyes,
But something always disturbs heart
You see everything as in my last hour.

On account of three circles this fall,
Remembering the past few days.
The wind softly sings this song,
And we believe that we are not alone.

Bouquet of roses in your house will not be able uvyat,
Do not fade bright its colors.
And the memory of the bright tolknёt our minds in the twilight,
But this is not the twilight void?

On account of three circles this fall.
Three: Do not return the deceased back
Two: a moment - and we'll be together,
And one that we have passed this way.

Galina (Zoe) Okunchikova