Текст песни исп. В.Белов сл. В. Кондратьев - Туда, где боли нет

Rain pours a continuous shroud,
Behind the wall coughing neighbor
You do not have too long been with me,
Do not warm the beaten-eaten rug.

Where I am? Visiting hopelessness?
Or I am still on the way?
The fate of the broken road
Where can we start?

The country has no opinions,
How to despair of being
We find ourselves, without a doubt,
And I know I'll be the first.

And with growing alarm
I look like drops on the glass
Intertwining the world, this poor
The solid gross boucle.

You do not come and do not write,
Before you shut the door,
I say, and you can not hear,
We are now insane.

Rain pours a continuous shroud,
And with asthma struggling neighbor.
A window will open in the poor world,
I step into the place where there is no pain.