Текст песни Мария Бунтарская - Осужденные - Марина Цветаева

Their eyes are the same
And the same voices.
One flower that has never died, is fresh,
Another ray that shines less often
In the eyes of the third is the sky. Where
Will you meet such a heaven?

They gave them at the first meeting
I’m my aspiration.
One is watching the candles melt
The other is all in moody speech,
And the third one dropped their shoulders
What are you crying for her.

One, silently scaring
Under the yoke of silence;
Another is changeable,
And the third is waiting, exhausted ...
And everything, running away from life,
Already convicted.