Translation I'm carried away by the sea My hopes that are worth And not give to retreat They don't want to die. Queezy gloss pages Hit the dips of their sockets, I won't say a word for the hundredth time, I don't care Eternal cold And the futility of dreams The ones I flew. The cry of migratory birds The nerves the hundred spokes Remind me what I knew How many was already pain. What. Bitterly. Every day is so strangely bitter, But only role not change, and only. How much more pain? How much? The sandy shore of the soul Which hid the knives. The moon calls me howl And not gives quietly to live. Tobacco smoke in the stomach I groaned and fell silent Raw concrete under my cheek Won't let me forget About eternity of cold And the futility of dreams The ones I flew. The cry of migratory birds The nerves the hundred spokes Remind me what I knew. How many was already pain. What. Bitterly. Every day is so strangely bitter, But only role not change, and only. How much more pain? How much?
Меня уносят моря Моих надежд, что стоят И не дают отступить И не хотят умирать... Тошнотным глянцем страниц Бьёт по провалам глазниц, Я в сотый раз промолчу, Что мне наплевать На вечность холодов И бесполезность снов В которых я летал... Крик перелётных птиц По нервам сотней спиц Напомнит что я знал
