Текст песни О.Кадочникова - Потухшие синие вены

In the hands scattered extinct blue veins,
And the pupil has become no more than a conventional needle's eye;
The skin cells are poured ash-gray sky
With a slight taste slightly bitter resin.

Going down the stairs, hand threading through the railing,
Shoulder to lean against the bars with a thin, cold as ice;
You have not forgotten what I once said:
"Everything passes"? Tell me now: "Everything will pass."

I collect the thread groove from the top down, nervous, fingernail
And watching the movement of the fingers of his own hands;
These walls and floor, even the air - saturated with tar,
Only the first breaths were honey-sweet.

In the hands scattered extinct blue veins,
And the pupil has become no more than a conventional needle's eye;
The skin cells are poured ash-gray sky
With a slight taste slightly bitter resin.