Quietly sitting again, crying again, leaving you,
Trickles of tears, like knitting needles, pierce my heart again,
I'm leaving, I don’t want, but I'm walking along a prickly snowstorm
Where the taiga will slam behind me before the doorbell rings.
Will I hear more silence like yours
I will never see so deep gray eyes
I’m leaving, I don’t want, but I go insulting their love,
As I hang over the abyss, as if from this land I disappear.
To love in heaven, offending on earth,
This lot fell to me in the predawn darkness
From the irrevocable is a long way
I remember everything, but you probably forget everything.
I’m afraid that you are still waiting, you can’t take your eyes off the wallpaper,
Where the faded pattern suddenly two of us will remind both of us,
And without turning off the light in the room, you sit next to the table,
And the bed will stand this long night is not made.
To love in heaven, offending on earth,
This lot fell to me in the predawn darkness
From the irrevocable is a long way
I remember everything, but you probably forget everything.
