Текст песни Богушевская Ирина - Зал Ожиданий

Lord, hear!
I again, O God,
I will ask you.
It seems to me that you
No way you can
Still, we have to forgive.

At the crossroads of paths.
At the crossroads of all roads
In your hand
Stop and stand.
Lead is us
As we were their children,
Loving led their children,
Save thy name.

Steals and whistles and builds faces
My eternal companion - Station.
I want to run away, tearing off the skin
It seams dried sleepers.

Back, through the pain and folly and nonsense
We used a tape wound off years,
Flew to burnt bridges.
But at five to fifteen first path
Takes the train to cross.
Here's the first way.
But luggage. And the ticket,
And the ticket - I'm sorry.

Lord, hear!
Although used once
Wilt ordain peace for us?
Why have you made us
With such a thirst for happiness
And sadly this?

Our paths as webs or filaments
You pletesh, and we do not clear
Where the foundation where the ducks.
I am told that the world is cruel,
But it can be tough,
After all, created his love?
Or is it a lie?
I'm sorry.

Once again we weave lace visits
And partings. As always,
That & quot; no & quot ;, then & quot; yes & quot ;.
And the secret fear tormented chest.
The waiting room is full again
And we are all full of expectations.
All tickets on hand.
Just a little bit
And we will declare the way, our way.