Текст песни Александр Фролов - Посредине моста

[Music and text - Alexander Frolov]

Thick
Pellenium
Covered sunset mouth.
With empty
I am soul
I stand in the middle of the bridge.
Back
Will not come back
Do not see anything ahead.
And life,
You're laughing,
But death is waiting for you!

The head broke out
On the ambiguities of bitter pieces.
Nothing left.
Gone into the sky thoughts of sands.

Like snow
Grey melt,
Spread out the streams of dreams.
In bustle
Days burn.
The hopes of the hope of the hope.
Rainfall
Hopelessness
Faith umbrella ruined fate.
Sinks in Ne.
Even pride
And on the neck of the loaf of melancholy.

The head broke out
On the ambiguities of bitter pieces.
Nothing left.
Gone into the sky thoughts of sands.

(With empty soul)
I stand in the middle of the bridge.
(With empty soul)
I stand in the middle of the bridge.
(With empty soul)
I stand in the middle of the bridge.