Текст песни LoEn - Та весна

Strong wind blows hair
He is not an enemy, it’s just his job.
On the wrists have not yet healed from the mistakes of the past strip,
And on the bedside table are tickets for already departed planes.

With tears I recall the fragments of last year’s war,
And with you an unfinished conversation.
Though it was that spring for us
This victory was not for us.

Gloomy thoughts do not leave your head even at night,
Indifference to people has reached the limit.
I no longer throw a coin to the homeless
My soul is petrified.

Where does this come from in me? This is a mystery.
Maybe it's not just me
And one guess at all
Which you will see in a dream.