Текст песни Корни - Горькая Луна

Bitter Moon staring out the window,
Kettle on the stove whistled for a long time.
Slowly the clock beat time,
You and me and the night just is not so.
You and me and the night just is not so.

A finger on the knife, unbearable pain,
Thoughts on the cut, sypyatsya as salt.
A scar on the heart, on the lips of a tear,
I do not know whose, but in the eye.

Blood or wine on the table with drops,
Let you go, open the fingers.
The night melted, the day - we are not a friend, not an enemy,
We are together again, but it is not so.
We are together again, but it is not so.