Текст песни Олег Городецкий - И опять меня гонит Борей

And again I Boreas drives,
And again, flying over the snow,
I stand at the closed doors,
Have closed your hands.

        The key is lost, you are somewhere - God knows
        We do not see each other soon.
        It is necessary to sit at the door
        And look at the ram constipation.

Or remember - to remember why? -
As with you, we stand on the bridge,
And silence is interrupted
Only the snow that falls on the strings.

        All the thrills of winter,
        Feels like trouble sharper.
        Soon we are in different directions
        Expansion at the behest of Boreas ...

Quietly stand up, turn around, walk away,
All take as if you wanted to,
Only a cold wind on the road
Substitute tired body.

        And again, I'm flying through the worlds,
        Not finding any key, no response ...
        We play the game with no rules
        In light without boundary, in the end of the world without electricity.