Текст песни Женишбек Раимкулов - По раскаленным проводам

On a hot wire,
In the veins, mercury, blood ...
And we, like enemies,
Escapes again and again.

Where -That drops on glass
teardrop rain
Ran out of spite pitch darkness
There where you and I ...

Let the sweetness of the lips poison
With you we do not save
Smashed relations cube
No longer will our meetings

But somewhere on the glass with drops
Messengers rain
They ran through the darkness and gloom
There where you and I ...

And we almost have enemies
For all long - friends
A friend of a friend whispering, "You do not lie"
There's only you and me ...

And cry drops on glass
Again, sad rain ...
But I know I have to spite all the gloom
You are again waiting for me ...