Текст песни Сурганова и Оркестр - Ворон

If I were used in tears,
My eyes went to the snow.
And the wings, so that they can,
When they do not have anyone to fly?

I would be your moon,
But the sky enveloped the rain.
Plowed field in early spring,
And you of him waiting for something.

I would be burning candles
In your hands a little chilly,
But they have joy and sorrow,
The keys to the door to nowhere.

Drink even a sip to sadness
Your eyes are tired.
I on the other hand leaves something whispered,
But I do not understand their language.

Autumn. Melted furnace,
Only they are not warm.
In the fierce cold shielding you
Some alien magician.

Wind breaks branches.
Tales passed to go.
Will put the fate of the new network.
Start another game.

I cried hoarse raven
Through the window frame holes:
'Stay! Dream can not catch! '
He, too, you see, was one.

Does the tone of worldly mud,
L wander in the white mountains,
You are in me, as in the picture,
In the ever-green colors