Текст песни Фародема - Платье синего цвета

I
Handful of heat on the bottom of the glass,
The share of truth, but this is not enough.
Naked pain teases me
And the cold rain beckons you.

II
Heart of ice, and always in the eyes
The reflection of moonlight.
Thoughts to nowhere, you are always dressed
The blue dress.

III
Thousands of words about love,
We trample the dirt, but under the feet of the blood.
Only by cutting in half the pain,
We learn that there is hidden.

IV
But still and all so sick,
And keep your eyes open for a long time you are tired.
And infinity of words lost count.
We know only one thing, that everyone dies.