Текст песни Ольга Чайка - Зачем

So why is this all, why?
There is no more faith or meaning
Let me go for good
With a breeze, with a whistle chill

Let me go on a northern day
In an icy empty embrace
Where the crafty shadow dances
Where the black brothers are waiting for me

Let me go in my dreams
Where live past days echoes
Where is the living breath of spring
And so birch whisper joyfully

I'm tired of inventing stories
Where we share both joy and sorrow
All now roadside dust
And trashy words on the fence

Let me go, don't tear your soul
I'm already torn to shreds
From my awkward love
From the coolness of your dots

Well, why is this all to me, why?
This phrase hung in space
Don't let me go for good
Without you, everything is meaningless ...