The sun in his eyes, the mind does not shine.
For free lonely lay on my shoulders, sometimes so cruel (s)
Miracles today will be brighter more often, I will be forever.
Heaven hold with one hand, and the second you.
But when we are not one, more than half.
Rights seizure that in the dusty cinema takes no return.
Where the city so tiredly stands still in the emptiness.
And I am not to blame for anything!
Chorus: x2
Shura-muras are spinning and burning like candles.
Inhaling this smoke, he cripples inside me.
And hoarse - you, you, you!
Tyry-tyty! Tyry-tyty! Tyry-tyty! La-la!
Verse 2:
Burned weeks of heavy behavior.
Made the heart difficult, somewhere whistling cancer.
We are aimed at targets, but our goals are hermits.
All this is nothing but idlers anyway!
Chorus: x2
Shura-muras are spinning and burning like candles.
Inhaling this smoke, he cripples inside me.
And hoarse - you, you, you!
Tyry-tyty! Tyry-tyty! Tyry-tyty! La-la!
Verse 3:
Someone is howling that the whirlpool is spinning in a bout;
I myself do not understand what, why, what it is about.
The appeal is cat and mouse, I play,
It seems that if you give up, you just break.
I did not shine bright rays of light.
In this hole are my fingers.
Like the strings of eternal summer.
Stretched for a whole year.
What is clear from the outside is not for the poet.
It burns at the stake, which has not yet been drunk.
Will have to accept, after all.
Ash so people want!
Chorus: x2
Shura-muras are spinning and burning like candles.
Inhaling this smoke, he cripples inside me.
And hoarse - you, you, you!
Tyry-tyty! Tyry-tyty! Tyry-tyty! La-la!
