Текст песни Камеры Бабочек - Письма

I wanted to write to you -
Ink on paper - but it's not that .
Turbid drops on notebook
Quietly flowed .

  My eyes razrisuy February.
  Burst the cooled glass.
  Cracks will move slowly into the distance -
  Turns off the heat .

     I know it was me.
     Doubt empty fading trail.
     In my reflections behind
     Anyone who does not .

White steam ,
White veil ...
You become dead
Get old .
Envelopes are neatly stacked -
Ten days there ten days back.

Say something
Someone who has completed all the work .
Quietly in thought my pencil
Cool .

  Words remember everything,
  Notice how the day ends .
  And on a piece , like a slow poison
  Gentle shadow.

     Not much will remain of these days ,
     Turns off lights wasted effort .
     A sonorous ring of strong chains
     In the sand fall.

White steam ,
White veil ...
Getting paper
Getting fire.
You only need to jump into the box forever -
Ten days there ten days back.

White steam ,
White veil ...
Getting paper
Getting fire.
                        You only need to jump into the box forever -
Ten days there can be no "back" .