Текст песни Темный Патрик - Несбывшееся

How much is not said, how much is not sung,
How many traces of the wind have swept away
How many sunrises we have not met
There, at the edge of the long-awaited land.

All our songs have simple chords
The ashes of poems burnt in a fever.
Careless steps towards the goal -
Into the abyss of the broken parting sigh.

Unread books, unknown secrets,
Friends' faces remained in the shadows
The bitterness of fruits that we have not tasted,
Days are crossed out on the calendars.

Should we be sorry? Yes, there would be reasons
Only being saddened - immediately forget
Life unfulfilled drunken farewell ...
Yes, we can at least live this life.

How much is left in the fog of obscurity
Sandy castles of all children's dreams;
Read in the book of destinies how to carry a smaller cross,
But the lines were washed away by rivers of tears.

But is it worth crying for the failed
Love, dissolved in the sky like smoke.
Are carried away to tomorrow, revenge on real days,
Dream soldiers, one by one ...