Текст песни Евгений Блок - Новая иллюзия

Burned out at the end of summer
Revived in September.
In the room, and half dark
I was waiting for a new dawn.
The ashes were tabychny ashes ..
The inhale was tobacco smoke.
And I came back empty
Almost transparent .. inconspicuous.
The wind worked on a sketch
Ominous on the window frame .. but
Your tea in a colorful glass
Created in a tattered comfort ..
There is a crumpled footprint on the bed
Painted portrait
For memory. Your smell remains ..
And the silhouette
Which smiled so pleasantly.