Текст песни Омерта - Плюшевый плед

Again, the ground burned out candle
Someone killed the love temper.
Heart broken, and someone left,
All lost one who found happiness.
Again, one remains the soul,
Tears utrёt and wanders slowly.
And lonely and cold to her,
To hide from the pain so hard to own.
An old song .. plush blanket ..
Longtime thought: life - this is nonsense.
Happiness puff, a sip of love,
All dissolved - call me do not call,
Again the dreams and in the view of the fog,
Joy of life - only self-deception.
Waiting for someone's voice, waiting for each call -
Again silence presses the trigger.
Again, the ground burned out candle
Someone killed the love temper.
And not warm plush plaid
Old songs and life - this is nonsense.

(Valentina Morrozova)