Lyrics Алексей Ушаков - Последней весной

All broken
and there is nothing
what can be saved
No more words
no more dreams
And I want to lie down
I want to take
somehow get it
Veins from the hands
Blade of days
Cold nights
Tear this circle
I want to howl
Bury
Under the cold of stars
All my pain
Pour salt
To a wounded brain.
Take off a bird
Or burn out
Or don't get up.
Or in the water
Stone at the bottom
Century to break off
Maybe rain
Wind gulp
Become silence
Close the lid
Bury in the ground
This spring…
Last spring ...