Текст песни Дмитрий Яковлев - Спрятанное солнце

For a week luck deceived me
In this cloudy wild valley
Letting go of your happiness, without blaming anyone,
From now on I am like a prisoner with you

In the sleepy realm of mediocre melodies
My heart has grown cold
This sun, as the providence of God,
I hope I am not forgotten

All these words you will understand tonight
My secrets are all and my hobbies
Can you feel me, I know for sure
Everything else plays out

The circle will close and everything will become clear
And not false, I do not accept lies now
The sun is called clear in vain
The last hope has died away

For a week luck deceived me
In this cloudy wild valley
Letting go of your happiness, without blaming anyone,
From now on I am like a prisoner with you

All these words you will understand tonight
All my secrets and my hobbies
You feel me, I know for sure
Everything else plays out