Текст песни РенессанС - Белая пыль

Fall,
And nothing more should we
Shakes like demons before incense,
Letim, count your fingers.
From the north
Cascade of lights, they have their own game,
And I stayed with you until the morning ...
I guess I remained in vain.

White, white dust,
Only you do not let go
Sinful soul my
Till,
I will not be warm ...

God,
Is there a bottom of this abyss?
Forgotten I am and abandoned,
The midst of the summer bored in the snow.
In the town
Seven winds and thousands of problems
I called you a long time, but you were him,
That night, when the sky shoved ...

I know not easy with me,
But still you do not let go
Sinful soul my
Till,
I will not be warm.