Текст песни Елена Западнова - Красная нить Судьбы

Red thread of fate

I keep in my hands my end of the thread -
Do not cut off, do not untie.
He is tied to the little man and brightly burns
Red. Even if you close your eyes.

From despair, squeezes in a fist,
Walking with nails skin.
I can't wait any longer
Refuse is impossible.

Along the fibers of consciousness slips,
Reaching to the end and joining someone else's hand.
"How much can," whisper, "without you,
How long is still separation?

Why we are so far
If each other has long been more than the life of the roads? "
You're in response to wait for my:
"Soon we will meet, soon ..."