Текст песни Александр Фролов - Зеркала

[Music and text - Alexander Frolov]

Your life is a strange dream.
You wake up B happy. Just for what?
In it, you're like in the house without windows,
In it, you, as it were, without it in it.

You read life through hundreds of prisms,
Lovely from the troubles, adversity, losses.
The truth was yours only idiocy,
And your mournful cry has become laughter now.

And the land burns
Dreams of your fire.
You want yourself
Turn in it.

But, as a lot is not swimming,
It will be water
SHO will not be ...
Well, damn with you!

I'm tired of shouting, you are tired of silent,
And sorrow steel, as because of the corner.
There is her stamp on any soul,
And then I looked at the mirrors.

I saw a reflection in them?
My reflection is the reflection of you.