Текст песни Ернар Смагулов - Дотла

We willow hanging over the water
On two different sides of the river.
Tear drops on my hand,
Stone torn from your cheeks.
Flew wildly into the fire
How carefree moths
Burning with no residue.
Everything reminds us of you,
I dug into my memory by broken glass.
Autumn will inevitably come after the summer.
Go away.
My feelings, burnt to ashes
As if Phoenix does not rise from the ashes.

Like arrows on the clock
In parallel to the poles.
You will melt silently conducting hand on the shoulder.
Razvedi roads apart.
Unclench his hand.
Slam the door behind him.
Blow out the last candle.

Shagnuvshee limply over the threshold
Past no return.
At the intersection of two roads
We were not with you on the road.
Once I invented little world
Protect will not. I let go
The illusion of happiness.
Let me out of captivity.
All will pass.
And there will be no snow, no heat.
Memories throw into the inferno.
Go away.
My feelings, burnt to ashes
As if Phoenix does not rise from the ashes.

Like arrows on the clock
In parallel to the poles.
You will melt silently conducting hand on the shoulder.
Razvedi roads apart.
Unclench his hand.
Slam the door behind him.
Blow out the last candle.