Текст песни Мищуки - Мы просыпались в сумраке мглистом...

We woke up in the misty twilight ,
Friends - not friends , enemies - not the enemy
And our love become a whistling
Make big circles on the ground .
From Monday to Saturday ,
From novogodya until November
These whistling turns -
All in vain, in vain, in vain .

We did not keep time for each other ,
And the whistle went gradually howl.
And I escaped this circle
And he hits his head against the ground .
And dizzy my consciousness ,
Oh, help me clarify it .
Snow drizzles in thick fog ,
Before the eyes of floating circles .