Текст песни Мария Гескина - Бисер

Trill my nightingale,
Above, cleaner ...
Tell me what I'm guilty
The beggar, beggar.

Explain why endure
The pain is so?
Is only in order to sing
How I miss?

There is no pride, no hell.
Spineless.
To read in your eyes:
& quot; poor ... poor ... & quot;

To see them sometimes
(In reality it?)
As the water runs over the rocks ...
So I live.

I like beads in your hands
Black and white:
How to invent anoint,
What I want to do.

I like beads in your hands
Silver:
I Do not predicted ash
This leaves?

I like beads in your hands
Stuffy scarlet:
Shallow river is mine,
It became turbid.

I like beads in your hands
Emerald:
They say do not get used,
It is difficult to break the habit ...

I strung on a string
Motley beads.
I beat the voice of silence.
And crashed.