Текст песни О.Швыдкий, стихи А.Шигин, С.Крутских - Холод

COLD

Short stroke of the pen -
Just two words.
Farewell eternal game
It has not new.

Attempt to go beyond the threshold,
Do not look back.
But serpentine roads empty
calling back

As usual robust cube walls,
For ever and a shutter,
There, where the wind of change
Do not shift the stone,

Flipping the unlived days
A forgotten book,
Not realizing that they
In brief moment of ...
(© Svetlana Krutskikh)

And it will be overcast dawn
Standing behind the curtain ...
Word game: question - answer
On the verge of a quarrel.

Love is dead. Love is alive.
Sadness and joy.
Words, words, words, words ...
From childhood - in old age.

Another man's sacrifice on the altar
Foreign god,
Brings date calendar.
Rest. Anxiety.

Night light blur.
Bed. Apartment.
And is cold outside
Desert in the world ...
(© Andrew Shigin)