Tired of being alone ,
I go into another world ,
Where 's your hurry Highness
On a date with me .
Young , but comely ,
Fringe removed from his forehead ,
Maybe you're just passerby ,
And you can - my destiny.
And for the filthy windows ,
That decline, and then rise ,
Top one foot stomping ,
And below is a little rain .
And no name or patronymic,
Peace and grace ,
And something very desirable,
Yes not guess.
Finally, my good
We stay together ,
And unexpectedly , do not ask
We are with you avidly.
Zazhurchim streams vernal
Crowded soul
Though you saint or sinner you
Listen, listen , do not breathe .
And as end prophecy
And as end tear
Back to loneliness,
I return back .
As always constant ,
That nestles in the wind,
In sovereign superstitious ,
Where he was born and die .
Where are all someone's feet stomp
The sunset and the sunrise,
And for the filthy windows
There is little rain all .
And something very desirable,
Peace and grace ,
And no name or patronymic,
And no way to guess.
And no name or patronymic,
Peace and grace ,
And something very desirable,
Yes not guess.
