Текст песни Марина Капуро - Зал ожидания

I like a house with two windows to the garden ,
Through the eyes of the leaves fall to the floor .
I come in and go friends
Cool trace their steps.

I am waiting for those who do not come .
Wide open door.
Wind blows through the room
Ringing emptiness , sweeping away everything in their path .

Through the clouds I look at the house ,
Like waiting room - the world .
It 's always - something waiting endlessly ,
Rubbing the bench to the holes .

And that day will come, if we repent ,
Under the creaking lame hours.
Someone will smile again, not one
Days repeating turnover .