Текст песни София Пушкарёва - Камертон

You look at me from depth,
From beauty, familiar and distant,
From the heart of the void void,
From the little, carefully cruel.
From a clear open person
The reader of my destiny as a book,
Before the rifle, white sheet,
The end where there is no hero and intrigue.
How the omites are forgotten,
Live in your calm tone.
As silence of divine comfort,
Shelter my soul homeless.
In the posture of century pine,
Strings, set up by the highest charter.
Not touched and rings of fate,
And darkness not seeing laws.
You know about simple things,
Gifts hidden in difficult thoughts
In sophisticated smoky speeches,
In words about miraculous appeals,
About the rhythm that kogotit in the chest
Through mercury from the flap flesh,
That happiness is the way
That is the essence that behind the cover of the night.