On that day in December said goodbye November ,
The wind sang about that rain , at the edge ...
And though the blind do not believe in tears others
Rain and saw them blindly believed in them.
He walked one , limping on his left leg ,
So close to God that he could touch,
But that day, everyone was busy with something else ,
And the gray spin he walked alone ...
Alleys of parks were different ,
If changed his own name, if frozen .
Under a layer of dirt and dust buried foliage
Looked at Neva ... not reality.
But somewhere in the last row , in the wind,
Remained yellow sheet , which was waiting for spring
And he fell ... the last of all.
Slowly falling down , wanting to soar up ...
He dropped to the ground before her eyes,
Forcing slowly move towards buildings
And quietly , secretly from people's fate
Quickly , she walked along the area .
Already headlong she left the city ,
Pierced mountains, crawled along the bottom of the sea.
And all around wanted to see prophetic dreams ,
But no one noticed the crack someone's fate!
The day we tore you a world apart ,
Screaming in pain , on the brink ! I'm sorry!
But the wind was listening to sad
Knowing that there will not be able to build bridges ...
On that day, we split the world in half!
Fuck ! Let the dream control in the head!
And the rain beating down your sad tears from her face ,
Weeping itself transparent drops of tin ...
On that day in December said goodbye November ,
The wind sang about that rain , at the edge ...
And though the blind do not believe in tears others
Rain and saw them blindly believed in them.
He walked one , limping on his left leg ,
So close to God that he could touch,
But that day, everyone was busy with something else ,
And the gray spin he walked alone .
