Текст песни я становлюсь - твоим лучом

The sun, I become your beam
I cut the skin and nerves genuinely laid bare,
Salt will not be enough for those who will be the first,
Word will drown the pain in his voice minute.
More nothing left ...
More nothing left now the way is clear to me.

Wind swallow waltz in the bark of trees tight
Shoulder cherry walls merge with white dust,
You see in my garden now playing children
Games for all tezhe crystal black flag.
I ask you to close your eyes ...
I ask you to close your eyes to me in the night I can not sleep.

The smell of night fires deliberately pleasant,
Age is flowing from the hands of a hurry on the road.
Now you can embrace only two of us
Someone has already managed to pay tribute to the obituary.
More nothing left ...

No more and no smell summer sun.