Гоняли мысли, чужие мысли, пронзая ветром насквозь Мы...
Ты искала время, тянула время, совсем не веря в Сказку!
Знаешь, Я так устал от них, вечно молодых, пьяных,
мне чужих, их лести...
Я не думал, не гадал, смиренно ожидал
Последний Карнавал - конец Света!
They chased thoughts, other people's thoughts, piercing the wind through ...
You were looking for time, pulled time, not at all believing in a fairy tale!
You know, I'm so tired of them, forever young, drunk,
me strangers, they are flattering ...
I did not think it was not wondering, I expected humbly
The last carnival is the end of the world!