Текст песни Эн Хабарова - 100 Лет Одиночества

Poor eyes of snow furified
From loneliness the head is spinning
I snow silently silent soil
You're far away
Where is one hundred years of loneliness

You come
in the morning sun on the tablecloth
May be burning
I'm in your daughter-mother
Tight one
So I don't want to sing
You're far away
Where is one hundred years of loneliness

Things are good,
just someone sad
Things are good,
Just the song ends
Things are good,
still the heart is broken
Here you are again
Come in, loneliness!