Текст песни Александр Войнаровский - Жестокие игры

What do you move, what drives you,
Settling in your head?
Tell me that I am superfluous, looking at me right in my face,
And then I will leave us.
Brutal games - for a weak heart,
I do not want to be the same as they.
Give me the strength to get up and rose,
Without feeling no more pity, no guilt.

I raise your palms and feel wind,
He is so easy to Treplet Kudri,
And my heart with him in resonance together
Calm down only in the morning.
I am lowering a look at the wet asphalt:
Flowers sprout through it.
I will raise my eyes, turn back:
You no longer, your mark has bothered.