Текст песни Захарченко Любовь - Достоверно неизвестно

Give us daily bread today!
And do not give - we are not offended.
Hello, Lord! We are here!
In its original stupid form.
You are strict with us in the evening
But your dawns are good
Your features are clear again
And your signs are true.

If it rains,
There will be a plantain tomorrow.
If cries and sings -
Know a poet or an artist,
Musician et cetera,
Everything is one - the poor fellow;
No matter how good you are,
Everything is one - not for the good.

There is no end to these wounds.
These horses are all limping.
These poor hearts
They don’t accept anything.
You saw from a height
How burned carefree
Our white canvas
Our black canvases.

Like the hand of a blind rumor
She felt our faces
As with a tilt of the head
Could not decide.
What we were in the middle of winter
Flourishing inappropriate?
How and what did we love?
It is not known for certain.

How and what we loved -
You alone know ...

August 1994