Текст песни Прекрасная Незнакомка - Наболевшее

I again, as before, a fable
In dreams he comes, pulling his soul,
And the bustling dusty capital
It seems to me deserted without you.

Alarmed by the hum of the trains of the homeless
Those who do not recognize the time of judgment
And the faces of new acquaintances
From the past life of those who came to nowhere.

You disturb in silence deafened,
And evenings are unconscious of fatal
When in an old window,
I imagine angels living.

When I'm lying on a broken couch
And it seems that in the color of the shroud,
Gold saffron table lamp
My worries are captured.

I wait for the rains, and with them inspiration,
And doomed thinking in the morning
Imagining a vain moment
Not given to us by fate.

Some random plots
I deduce by accident with my hand,
And the days fly by like swift comets
And tear the sky above me