Текст песни Марина Капуро - Зал ожидания

I, like a house with two windows in the garden,
Through the eyes, the leaves fall to the floor.
They enter into me and leave my friends,
The steps of their footsteps are cooling down.

I wait for those who do not come.
Open wide the door.
The wind is driving through the rooms
The ringing of emptiness, sweeping away everything in the way.

Through the clouds I look at the houses,
Like a waiting room - the world.
In it so always - something is waiting for no end,
Rubbing the benches to the holes.

The day will come, as if repenting,
Under the creak of a lame watch.
Someone will enter smiling, again not the one,
Days repeated the turn.