Текст песни Lene Dietrich - Ястояла

I stood on the bridge and warmed his hands in his pockets,
I looked at passers-by and not even looking for flaws.
This is a stupid habit of the lens,
The eyes are very sharp rushes that hardly beautiful.
During the day, day after night-night, dotted knocks his own handwriting,
I am writing some nonsense, as if in a delirium.
My midday sun does not warm the frozen hands,
I'm tired of separations and counted by spin..kotorye not enough fingers,
And I dreamed of happiness ...
Weekend, shopping, shop windows, and in their void
I'm not that long ago forgotten how to believe the words.
That steppe Boulevard scattered my soul from your house,
Before midnight the roofs of the city, and there is no reason to even call.
My voice is completely extinguished and no strength even to sing a welcome verse,
Void illusory myth.
It's time to remove their hats and plow jacket / jackets / coats,
You're in the crowd for a moment ...
Gentle look ...
I look out ...