Текст песни Вика Цыганова - Сирень

What is sad to me today

At the heart-longing sadness

Night dreamed of Hell

Yes pine board

Dreamed of nails, cross oak

Puddles, mud, autumn day

You with some new maid

And in the hands of her lilac

And in the hands of her lilac

 

Everything seemed to be the truth

Everything seemed to awake

Cover, you said, correct

Cross lay on the grass

Do not fear a tear

On the face of someone else's shadow

Autumn - would cloves,

And in the hands of her lilac

And in the hands of her lilac

 

That's really cover clog

Lowered to nowhere

My soul torn

Autumn, dirt, lilac, trouble

I scream, but no cry

What a whim, for rubbish

I see only this girl

And in the hands of her lilac

And in the hands of her lilac

 

I used to wake up, pray

Look into the eyes of icons

Too prophetic dream I dreamed

Maybe you do not sleep?

And then awake

You said to me, believe - do not believe

Like autumn, while Sonya

Blossomed in the garden lilac

Blossomed in the garden lilac

Blossomed in the garden lilac.