Текст песни Данил Лувров - Хризантемы, я проклял...

At the table of work I sit,
Around a lot of wine, cigarettes.
Happiness not to be called
White chrysanthemum dry.

Look in the hidden sky
Eyes not have experienced hope.
Make you in the string blindly
Pulse inside Rascati

Make to wake up
For the most beloved ...

While you miss you at home,
Loving her cat.
I'm wearing here .. will you think?
Although for you it is nonsense!

You are in your warm room,
Where the fragrance of tea will be captivated
And I'm in the center of cold walls
Contemplating lonely at the table.

You fall asleep under dance,
Falling stars gold,
And your dream protects
Your agate cat.

And I just freeze
Alone cold
Doing everyone good.
No one
Gradually ugasay.

Only the next strings
Give their focus,
But only has its own timing
Not long sparkling.

Shout about salvation
Reflecting echo
But you will not hear ...
Thanks for the adoption

My bloody love,
It seemed to die
From pain in the chest.
Sufficiently without response
This, damn, love ...

All these feelings dance,
Those theirs are gold.
We are in the arms of Morpheus,
Where the cat is watching everything.

How sad that we will not see
The flourishing of two red poppies,
But only one
In an impenetrable emptiness
My sadness.

I will love you
Although without your answer,
And chrysanthemum frozen
Without reaching the stage

When they get squeal.
So I die
In the blood at the table
On their lines .. oor

And flowers will reap
Black color
With red spots
As if I was cursed.