Текст песни Анита Цой - Мы с тобой запутались в обидах....

Thin hands silent
Inches braids and exhales into the braids,
In games, the wind is woven,
This is the icy side ...
We are entangled in the insults.
You see, you do not need it anymore.
Our fairy tale to these shores,
Where the living dries from the cold,
It is difficult to overcome the snow.
You no longer believe in miracles
Sun rays from nowhere
And you do not believe my steps

(*)

Time ruins time heals
But for us solves
With impunity kolechit
Wind wicked plays us
You know yourself ...

If you want, I'll become your fire
If you want, I'll go into this cold
If you want, I'll get all the stars
If you want, I can ... I need you ...

And when the last shout was mine
No one will meet and drown
In me, the abyss is empty
I'll go to the snowdrifts for you,
To give you your palms,
To be with you ...

(*)

Time ruins time heals
But for us solves
With impunity kolechit
Wind wicked plays us
You know yourself ...

If you want, I'll become your fire
If you want, I'll go into this cold
If you want, I'll get all the stars
If you want, I can ... I need you ...