Текст песни Нателла Болтянская - Диагноз

And sad diagnosis, alas, final -
Diseases, and age, and everything is to one ...
And he died on a wide bed,
And granddaughter flew goodbye to him.

His subconscious of the abyss dark
They dragged to themselves, did not let it breathe.
He moved his hands, arthritis reduced,
He was looking for something and could not find.

Digging in papers with incorrect fingers
And some kind of tried to dial ...
He lived for twenty years before rehabilitation,
And after it he lived only five ...

And the doors with seals were treated with cold
And now they will declined next.
He saw how proud heads fell,
And someone's guilt everything was looking for

What were the worshi, they slept bent
Yes God with him, because he was not sitting in the camps,
He just experienced on his own skull,
What does blind and grounding fear mean.

Portrait tied by mourning ribbon
And in a cotton silence relatives.
And he collected documents in nonsense,
And he argued everything: not to blame.