Текст песни Помело 18.02.12 - Отречение

The sun sparkles on the bronze spiers of my capital,
Joyfully trumpets sing and flags on the towers
Arches and streets are densely humbled by the berries of lanterns.
The day is fading, I'm scared again

But it will pass.

There were centuries ≈ the queen came here in reality,
Bells cried on carved belfries.
There across the river in coppice oblique rays gilded the grass ...
If I remember, I will be desperately hurt

But it will pass.

Sweet cherry smells like milk.
Fishing equipment is dried on the shore.
A chain of footprints in the sand is removed to the old lighthouse.
Apparently, this is real happiness ...

But it will pass.