Текст песни RaSkolnikova - Плачет

Zenith scarf and beige raincoat
Viewers of a play called "Crying"
Farewell with the sparkle of fading eyes.

The actors are mute, their thoughts are transparent
Their eyes are wells of fading elders,
They walk with their bare feet on the stage.

Chorus:
And they should wear their ripped jeans
See the world not through muddy lenses,
To see the spectators, in the shadows hidden, faces,
And understand that they live.
And they do not live badly, and they sing at their leisure,
There are friends somewhere, and somewhere even girlfriends,
But their dumb soul cries, cries, cries.

The paper was splitting into small pieces,
Letters absorb moisture as if for luck,
The scenario of being was spreading in blue.

Putting accents on minor notes
Offered themselves for one hundred percent benefits,
They waited for a rose, it did not reach.