Текст песни Сергей Чонишвили - Мне кажется...

It seems to me that the horror of loneliness

Not so terrible. To hell with the prophecy,

One day, casual, uttered in a whisper

One unidentified passers -

Faceless, surprisingly similar,

Limp, he explained to murmur

Crowds. With himself humanity

I will make it. Without looking at the number of

 

Spiritual forces wasted.

Let them move through life blindly.

Hoping to find the truth. Insomnia

It does not become burdensome for me,

Intrusive, annoying, destructive ...

And let the day unbearable stretches,

As the spiral stairs creaking,

Somewhere in the dark leaving ...

 

I know the goal. Meaninglessness doubt.

Begone, foolish fears and vertigo !!

Let mediocrity frantic, killing each other

For a place in the herd. Unaware

What's in the ringing silence of solitude

Clearer breathing, give rise to creativity.