Текст песни Стэфан - Абарваная струна

Dyed string
Preserved remnants of notes,
There was my fault,
Here it is quite the opposite.
The gray rain does not subside,
Does not save the umbrella.
Then across, then along
Relentless circles
Rotates slowly,
The gray rain does not subside.
Different things happened -
The fingers of the string tore,
Extracting the chord,
Like it or not,
From morning to night
Annoyingly repetitive.
It will be as it will be -
From ancient times
People are like people
In the rhythms of the rains.
Dyed string
Sadness could not stand,
The sound left died,
He himself is not able to be bored.
Running the clock equalizes us,
Inevitably lead
In an unexpectedly new time.
The clouds will blur,
Eyes smile
In a sudden new time.
Different things happened -
The fingers of the string tore,
Extracting the chord,
Like it or not
From morning to night
Annoyingly repetitive.
It will be as it will be -
She sang a string.
People are like people
Only in dreams.