Текст песни December - Добрые Люди

instead you are only a lonely night,
sadness is filled, pretty makes it bored.
My dream barely alive and became a taste for the rain
Good people trample, not allowing to breathe.

And there are no questions left: "Why?", "Because of what?"
The question is now only one: "For what?"
My tears became similar to blue rain,
And the sun does not shine to me anymore and the head is not bake.

Empty room and light off,
In which there were many acquaintances, now they are not.
there is no one who I shared my joy
And wait any more, if only old age.

Theater of my illusions continues to play,
In it, I am the main doll and the viewer,
In it, I gave each of you, happiness
which is not to see in life.