Текст песни Обе-Рек - Безответное

Memory voiced summer
Warming winter days.
We pay for it themselves
And we are alone again.

Strive, which is not known
We lost in these woods,
As always in this intimately us,
As always, the wind rips the sail.

And erased the faces of memory,
Photos like an obituary,
Biography will not be repeated -
Uniqueness true guarantee.

Solitude terrible truth
And doubt sarcastic rebuke
And hope holy joy,
And the grace of love lesson ...

We are always somewhere to go,
As if not enough, we place confidence,
And itself never find
And always get tired of walking.

Warming fires halts,
At each other furtively looking,
Present us always small,
It ripens future ahead ...

Our thoughts are always about this,
Our songs are always out of place,
Behind unrequited summer,
And I am very glad)

Chorus:
Ah,
The history of my - I do not,
Beginning in November fights,
And then somehow it is not clear,
It's like seeing a long wonderful dream ...