Текст песни Кира Коваль - Галерея

This long corridor
The picture guide is curtained,
Just one desert gaze
Throw away the memory - the local watchman.
I'll tell him: "Take off,
All cases in bright light
I want to see what
That these pictures keep ".

Chorus:

The most desolate of galleries
With dusty pictures of my fate.
The still faces of those people
That have gone silently from my fate.

Only one empty in that
The gallery has a frame,
Watchman, this one with an empty
Curtain quickly
I'll hide that frame
To the farthest corner
To this emptiness
Your portrait could not get there.

Chorus:

The most desolate of galleries
With dusty pictures of my fate.
The still faces of those people
That have gone silently from my fate.

This is where my love hangs
All oblivions from her
Within the past years
All the past is mine.
Dear watchman, whose fault
Maybe you watched badly
Erased our names
Under some of the pictures.