Текст песни Евгений Титчев - ни души

God has cleaned everyone, not a soul
do not be sad and do not grieve
do not call, but stand by the window
there is a blizzard and she
will cover your tracks too
no more words for two
drain the glass, drain
God has cleaned everyone, not a soul

no more thoughts, no
the reeds made noise and fell silent
the dawn sparkled and died out
no more warmth of these hands
these words the water will become ice
will sing out his own voice
in its simplicity we are obsessed
God has cleaned everyone, not a soul

the young month drinks from the stream
this pain is yours and nobody's
this is our whim three miles away
this is my palace and wasteland
and there were days with a head
(?) about seven tails and with a broom (?)
you won't call them from the wilderness
God has cleaned everyone, not a soul