Текст песни Диана Арбенина - Сны что мне не дожить до весны

Dreams that I do not live up to the spring
in July noon hour
I was gutted not the first time .

Home is not winding road in the Rye
and children are mirages
not play with me .

And I live for the first time this summer .
This summer, I smell a
and savor myself as best I can .
And yet , all the mystery of two ,
God multiplied by two.
So, why am I in that terrible winter was still alive ...

Dreams that I do not live up to the spring
dancing in linen sheets ,
and fight noose at his feet.

Could he save me , not you ,
from stupid , rotten emptiness -
not saved , and not spared .