Текст песни ДжинSы Клёш - Через сотни лет

The day passed, the darkness crept,
darkness blew in his hands.
Silently sitting by the window,
You're looking at the sleeping city.
 
   Near the window
   You are alone again ...
 
Road noise, lights of cars,
Draws a circle of night lamp.
The night end in a hurry,
She had always something right.
 
   Near the window
   You are alone again ...
 
      Most are increasingly
      Thoughts are torn apart,
      Fine thread between his fingers tangled love.
      And maybe in a hundred years
      You will enter and say, "Here I am, hello"
      White New Year's wind of the sad words ...
 
      After hundreds of years, in hundreds of years.
 
Outside, all the same snow,
And in my heart it is still the same cold,
Like the loneliest person in the world,
And you do not need anyone.
 
   Near the window
   You are alone again ...