Текст песни Катя Яровая - Занавеска

Here again it will be confused with a blizzard,
New Year's empty game
Your golden thread
And its glass tinsel.

And the soul languishes in foreshadowing
As if someone whispered and sang
And the curtain sways ...
Maybe an angel flew through the window?

April will fool you and beckon,
And it will swing from heaven to heaven,
And again, waiting will deceive
Unpromised, however, miracles.

And the soul languishes in foreshadowing
As if someone whispered and sang
And the curtain sways ...
Maybe an angel flew through the window?

Cool my soul, God
And, like a sin, let go of the sorrow.
We are alike with my sorrow,
Let me go into the distance too.

... And it will appear like a face on a fresco,
The voice that whispered and sang
And the curtain sways -
This angel flew out the window ...