Hotel Zvon

[1 Куплет:]

“Hi!” To you too health.
I have come to share a pain.
“What for a pain at you?” Sharp.
It is iceberg top – my past.
The white sun, to me it is not acted in film dreams
And that river now one.
My family believes in God,
And I as if God, that first word!
I see the people who have left us,
They are silent, without tearing off a sight.
Oaths of a mansion. You have lost faith
And that world weaved by god.
I hear voices of people, they frighten me,
Tell that it – here and I don't know.
The moon – full, a confession – long,
My days ropes grated.
I want to tell, open soul, 
But to hear, it is necessary to listen.
I badly understand you, who parents?
And who has opened to you the world that was satiated.
The father in the thirtieth, mother love.
Mother of mother is sick, and its blood flows in me,
Erasing sides – the sea of my images.
And we have inhaled last year's snow.
Downwards, it is silent on a ladder,
And the world seemed more than is,
Violet shades, memories 
Or a marble bust of illness.
The yellow paint was black earlier, 
And I was a clear voice of the soul.
Pending, flow water, the spring and to us will come
Green paints.
How it is possible to lose faith? If wasn't?
It how to become the sky, the son!
This world mine never was,
And we departured in woods on the sky – 
Far away from people,
But we inside haven't found anything,
Except children's words.
Say a prayer more soon,
And I will leave – a cold heats hearts of three.

[Припев:]
Accurate sides are washed off, 
Rough heart is scraped outside – asks to let out,
Inside cut pulp sharp razors,
And I asked about mercy. To let out!
Accurate sides are washed off, 
Rough heart is scraped outside – asks to let out,
Inside cut pulp sharp razors,
And I asked about mercy. To let out!

[2 Куплет:]

Sleeping drugstores saw off young ladies,
But we didn't melt there.
I lonely didn't want to become never,
I know: silly to whine here so, to boil.
After the boor of thought in the sky,
As I could absorb for these of year of a demon-genius.
To run for fear,
It is necessary though to be afraid of itself, being bent in turns.
Talk to me! 
I precisely know, where the rivers flow,
But nobody trusts.
I want to write words only as a hobby,
I want to return friends and not to hasten anywhere.
I betrayed and was weak,
Threw, wanted to leave the world for ever,
Veins under names of heroes,
Also fell so deeply,
And I seemed to me there I will take cover.
Wished wives of friends, envied,
In thoughts killed, damning this world.
Pain washing, in these words I spoke to nobody never,
You – the first, know.
Before eyes names,
Tears will be cast, I infinitely owe to you.
It has slowly risen under a peal,
And I have seen tears of the father.

[Припев:]
Accurate sides are washed off, 
Rough heart is scraped outside – asks to let out,
Inside cut pulp sharp razors,
And I asked about mercy. To let out!
Accurate sides are washed off, 
Rough heart is scraped outside – asks to let out,
Inside cut pulp sharp razors,
And I asked about mercy. To let out!