Текст песни Антракт - Молчание

Silence

Write me letters in the cold winter
To the address that is forgotten and lost.
Write and I will quietly close the doors,
Lunar doors of the magical past.

And into the distance, along the spurs, in clouds of fog
I will go for death on the tenth road
From a small fate, from a big deception,
From the worn out and faded of your doorsteps.

Write me letters - no one will know
But I’ll hardly ever answer you.
The hand stretches out between us,
Friends, do not expect to see you soon.