Текст песни Злищев А. - Напоследок

Everything just froze thoughtful crown
All the same sky the color turquoise.
Just like before, only standards
Unattainable, forbidden beauty.

My favorite, whom you loved now?
Who do you think in separation, in the darkness?
Who do you right, stupid or naive,
Who timid in an intimate silence?

Forgive me for thinking it echoes
Ringing silence under the yoke,
And instead of white - black stripes,
And we whip feelings yellow flowers.

I promise - it's the last.
In a forgotten wound made salt.
Forget me, and my eyes a shade
Which burned spirits.

A.Zlischev & quot; At last & quot;