Текст песни Николай Басков - Сонет

In the sun, water stains,
At the heart of a splash.
His unfinished sonnet
I dedicate to you.
The fact that the distance are the traces
But the time to go back.
And you forgive me, forgive me,
How do I forgive you

For heaven nezazhzhёnnye sapphires,
For, in the clouds melted, pack,
For the fact that we live not by Shakespeare,
Live, but do not know.

Spring was calling, calling to love,
And in my head was spinning:
No matter or may not be
Once everything has already happened.
Do not think, or not to be,
Anticipating fate.
I myself could not even decide
For that you forgive.

For heaven nezazhzhёnnye sapphires,
For, in the clouds melted, pack,
For the fact that we live not by Shakespeare,
Live, but do not know.