Текст песни Игорь Большев - Романс

Invalid muted light
Exquisite sorrow of the meeting.
And the fact that there is no future
Do not remember every evening.
How in vain on fate
We tried a fuss,
In love with thirst to understand
Where we have accredited.
That the past, it passed,
And life was, and there will be.
Welcome we or evil
God knows and then judge.
He doesn't light light,
Blessing our meetings.
Everything is true there is no future,
There is me and you and this evening.