Текст песни Гончаренко - Осколки

I thought that we would not see you more
And from my extraterrestrial pain I began to scream much louder,
The cigarette is smoldering in darkness, on the table floor bottles of vodka,
I am lying on the cold ground, in my hand from my heart fragments.

I would like to go back in that year, where I have not yet broken,
My moan eats in the yard, and I'm not sick with you,
And the love of my circle inflatable, which lay in our shared boat,
I would like to stay with you, but in my hand from my heart fragments.