Текст песни Цушко Роман - Холод и дождь

Wind in your face, cold and rain
The lantern flickers dimly
Slowly you walk down the alley
Thoughts coiled into a spiral

To the point that the year has flown by
Empty in your heart
Work in the morning, bed at night
In general, this is how we live!

The sunbeam won't pierce through the lead
Gray, pompous clouds
Do not destroy the scar on the heart
The past cannot be returned

Thoughts accumulate and enter into a blues
Lonely again as a finger
I'll be born tomorrow, I'll die today
Finger pulled the trigger

Nauseous and boring, everyday plea
You won't hear from us
Wind and rain are fate
In the dark and gloomy hour