Текст песни Александр Авраменко - Масло фонарей

Two loneliness roam the streets,
A few words, like a few dreams in stock,
In a ghostly star mass -
All that they find - all in half.

Пр: Mourning in the city of no one.
Pouring the oil lamps - yellow light,
Sizzle the night for two lonely
Snow, snow, snow, snow ...

She does not have enough heat,
What could be easier? But loneliness
Like a snowball
With every snowflake. With every tear, it becomes bigger.

She is tired every evening to watch,
As the city celebrates life,
Somewhere to go with the amendment to death,
When I so want to improve my life.

It's easier, just no more words,
Every evening - the same glass,
Pour moisture, lie without dreams,
Burning a tearless sofa.

Pr: Cold frost, hoarfrost in the hearts,
Christmas tree glitter on pale faces,
Maybe there is no winter. It's just inside.
And around - lanterns, lanterns, lanterns ...

And the wind throws them towards each other. Eyes to eyes,
They need only tell each other. Simple words.
He wanted to ask. She already knew the answer.
But he seemed frozen and silently watched her go,
She waited for his words, but only heard,
How the fresh snow creaked under the weight of their souls ...

Пр: Mourning in the city of no one.
Pouring the lantern oil onto the yellow snow,
Sizzle the night for two lonely
Snow, snow, snow, snow ...

Alexander Avramenko (c) www.sevolenna-ya.rf