Текст песни Игорь Куприянов - Сто одиноких лет

Rain paints on glass
Someone's image in a black haze.
And the evening rush back into the house,
Somewhere near the pain of hours
Someone at the door and shouting calls
But you are alone , in the cradle of spring.

And faith only in the fact
I'll go back to our old house.

Chorus:
I passed a hundred roads ,
Hundred separations and anxieties ,
Hundred lonely years ,
Raven shouted after me.
I passed one hundred fires ,
The voice of my soul
Led me to this house ,
The house where we were as a couple .

Someone remembers the pain of insults ,
Someone believes and keeps
Hope moment in his heart .
Do not believe it - all understand
And if the truth will take
Separated years
Lonely trail .

And faith only in the fact
I'll go back to our old house.