Текст песни Омерта - О девочке

-1-
Her small room,
windows into the courtyard.
Low ceiling
closer than the sky.
And she never
I did not see the mountains.
And it without love -
like us without bread.

But out of order
record player .
There is still hope,
but silent phone
As he knows:
For life ,
I have to endure.
She often seems
it was a dream,
And let every word
like a whip,
But if anyone alive -
answer!

-2-
She had heard that there
good and evil,
But nothing about them
do not write in the newspapers:
Maybe someone
lucky again?
Or is there something else? ..
But there is no answer.

And out of order
record player .
There is still hope,
but silent phone
She knows exactly:
For life ,
I have to endure.
It increasingly seems
it was a dream,
And let every word
like a whip,
But if anyone alive -
answer!

-3-
She does not know how
I learned to breathe,
If you can breathe
Only freedom.
And in the autumn street
It became colder -
So maybe you need to die
together with nature? ..

And out of order
record player .
No hope,
and silent phone:
Why else live -
to endure?
She knows exactly
it was a dream,
And let every word
like a whip,
But if anyone alive -
answer!