Текст песни Нателла Болтянская - Два голоса

Two voices

Two voices sing in unison, in unison.
It is a dream, empty and sad. Only a dream.
The old garden smells of herbs, stuffy garden.
And above him are flying an octave of voices

Like drops of blood fall year after year for so many years
Fate with destiny made their old-fashioned duet
A quiet ringing, distant hubbub will be the accompaniment,
Well, for their harmony I am only a string instrument.

Two voices sing out of place, out of place.
Covers leaf fall with a yellow cavity.
A squall wind will cut off the colors of autumn in half an hour,
And they float in cold blue voices.

Remember, the smells were intoxicating on a summer night in that garden ...
Fate with Fate was shamanic and disastrous.
Everything is not what would have disappeared, after all, but covered with gray hair.
Voices of incoherent complaint will sob over me.

Two voices sing who whom, who whom.
You wipe away tears with a handful of sorrow - nothing.
It will heal before the wedding, dry like dew ...
Let them circle above the heights of the voice.

That my string, nurse, won't pick up the right notes,
Fate will reconcile with fate, maybe I'll get lucky
With a red ribbon in my hair, braiding my pain
To misfortune with Fate, I will quietly sing along ...

In unison ... Out of place ... Who wins ...