Текст песни Артем Апраксин - Растоптали

My weathered lips will touch the delicate wind,
Sorvail from these branches, my faded thoughts,
Finding in a puddle of dirt like helpless children
In the ocean of our tears begin to rush.

Disappearing these lines dissolve with memory
Burn out on the road yellowed sheets
Every step here takes what we called the dreams,
Reddened from pain, in spite of offense, eyes ...

They fall to the ground smoothly, gently like ashes,
Covered faster on the road sticky mud,
Binding under the head of someone's legs, did you not notice?
How disappeared, choking in the bitterness of the last phrase ...

My thoughts and worst pulled, like the leaves
In black puddles, dirt, pain, unjustified hopes,
I'm so glad that at least someone else has where to strive!
I am unable ... This autumn is not tackled ...