Текст песни Рустэм Булатов - Сердце

The heart is like paper -
Thin white sheet.
I was just born
And it is crystal clear.
But took a first breath
And took the first step
And the first time I thought
There is something wrong here ...
Behind the bright childhood garden
Growing up desert
In her heart became ash
In the chest, a lump freezes.

And then addictive
Monstrous mountains
Humility cleft
There is an avalanche of argument
In which does not appear
No conclusion, no meaning
Shadow of disappointment
Above the rocks hung.
I walk myself
On narrow slippery paths
They drag me up
Friendship strong slings.
When the top is close -
Crawling frantically ...
So an ashen heart
My numbness.

Then came down the ridge
On the back side.
On the bare wasteland
We sat drunk
And I wanted wine
Howl even harder ...

We did it
And then bury
Relatives and friends
Into a blackened mouth ...
Earth throw handfuls
And hearts are still part.
There’s a bigger hole in the chest -
Oozing and sore
And under the arm only
Granite gravestones.
So we shut up:
“Be patient, living body!”
So my heart is
It’s completely petrified.

All the farther I go:
"Road, do not be angry."
And he went to the sea
Of happiness and love.
Left on the shore
Clothes of the past
And rushed into the abyss
With dreams only about her -
Beloved, long-awaited,
I was looking for her alone
But the stone heart
Bringing me to the bottom ...