Текст песни мира - Жизнь, скажи отчего...

Life, tell why unexpectedly got under the ice,
when the cold of winter on the thermometer was on the rise?
Why are you always accelerates rapid hod-
that could wear out over time in the body of thine?

Why is the voice of the villages and wrinkles ran from his mouth?
Really it is impossible to patch all gaps strips?
Have pity on me, life.I - weak, and around the city,
in whom the roofs of houses, the island directed upwards,

in whom smoke from pipes filled with a long noise.
How many people saw as filed touched hands,
as hear the words ...
and now not to much to ask -
solvability newfound put in a hefty box

and to close forever, like a rusty bolt jail,
and closing lose in the alleys of the silver key.

Life, tell why I do not hear a chorus of voices,
where ringing hit the waves on the rocks is strong and powerful?

I am ready to admit that his funeral ditch digging.
Have pity on me, life.
Though in his sleep - under the guise of a century!

I - weak,
and sleeps around pitch darkness cities
in whom spikes rooftops upwards.