Улицы города

When winter retreats
And replaced by the April
The beauty of the soul warm days ,
When you aches and breaks into pieces.
When you sing like a wounded animal ,
When you flowing stream of
And something alarmingly knocking inside -
This is the heart begins to live again .
Like all those who have lost a troubled dream ,
Leaving others to remember and choose.

The streets of the city, leaving the steppe ,
Black snow tired , everything now .
The wind brought with him and warmed by heat
Again sings the ground under heavy fire
last spring ...

When you dream of war ,
Hapominaya him laugh,
And in the sky the moon is bloody ,
And she do not care who will live here.
Let the music flows like a broad river ,
Some like death, while others rest,
And thoughts carry off into the distance ,
And all horizons are zero.
Grows stronger dawn, cold darkness recedes .
And in every movement , every gesture -
Hope that everything is not in vain.

The streets of the city, leaving the steppe ,
Black snow tired , everything now .
The wind brought with him and warmed by heat
Again sings the ground under heavy fire
last spring ...

When you stop feeling sorry
That could finish yourself
Hear the voice , rvanёsh him,
And this voice from afar.
Weary traveler wanders home
Another rear louse
Pleased that she live tomorrow
And wake up at seven in the morning.
In the vast fields lost and found
Everything that once tried to understand
And eventually rescued.

The streets of the city, leaving the steppe ,
Black snow tired , everything now .
The wind brought with him and warmed by heat
Again sings the ground under heavy fire
last spring ...