Текст песни ChipaChip - Вчера, сегодня и завтра

There is nothing left of us here
My unfeigned voice, a typical thief.
Broken hearts, about this scourge everything is in the Word
I see your image, I burn it again without matches.

I throw boxes full on the mezzanine
Accidentally washed a list of old addresses.
The ink has dried up long ago, wipe the salt with your palm,
Not in the frame is sleep and the look does not give off turquoise.

Is it you? This is unlikely
I will read the scribbles, maybe something will blur in my soul.
The most beloved actress in this play,
Arrows tick and suddenly in one darkness click.

Then you and I will be blinded by this glare
You say well damn it, look at the coals, the question is how could we?
A frigate of love that is aground, a silhouette in the distance
And somehow it’s a galimo that we won’t repeat all this ...