Текст песни А. Брыков, сл. В. Панасюк - Черный с серым

How many passions, the soul burns to ashes
Illusory hopes, like castles in the shifting sands,
Our love has disappeared from you, rather than strengthened
And someone else's hand stroking the fingers on your hand.

Feelings for you I die overgrown garden,
And rust foliage memorial sadness lanes,
Now I do not care, I am willing to even meet with hell,
Today my wounds indifferent and salt, and oil.

For me there is no more in the relationship delicate shades,
And the prayer of your eyes, I do not forgive almost ready.
Black with gray agreed this autumn wall to wall,
Not leaving space for joyful bright colors