Я забуду тебя, наказав себя пленом в страданьях.
Я тебя потеряю в глазницах дворов проходных.
Да забуду все улицы, и их имена и названия -
Будто не было нас, словно не было их.
Будто не было нас, словно не было их.
Будто не было нас, словно не было их.
На кривых перекрестках останутся песни и строки!
На трамвайных путях [...]
Как монетка покатится он и блеснет на Востоке!
Превращаясь в Светило, что зажгло нас двоих.
Будто не было нас, словно не было их.
Будто не было нас, словно не было их.
Но я умираю! Я мечусь между Адом и Раем!
Я, как брошенный пес, все шатаюсь по бульварам бездушной Москвы.
Той любви, что была - больше нет! Отрывай! Я не знаю.
Я не знаю... Я не знаю... Я не знаю... Что же делать теперь...
Все так глупо, не верно, не честно.
Остается одно - ненавидеть себя, не прощать.
Только в грешной душе ты оставила тайное место,
Что уже никому, никогда не занять.
Словно не было нас, будто не было их.
Словно не было нас, будто не было их.
Словно не было нас, будто не было их.
Словно не было нас, словно не было нас, словно не было нас,
Не было их...
Не было нас... Не было их...
Не было нас... Не было их...
Не было нас... Не было их...
I will forget you, having punished myself with captivity in suffering.
I’ll lose you in the eye sockets of the checkpoints.
Let me forget all the streets, and their names and names -
As if we were not there, as if they were not.
As if we were not there, as if they were not.
As if we were not there, as if they were not there.
Songs and lines will remain on crooked intersections!
On tram tracks [...]
He will roll like a coin and shine in the East!
Turning into a Luminary that ignited the two of us.
As if we were not there, as if they were not there.
As if we were not there, as if they were not there.
But I'm dying! I rush between Hell and Paradise!
I, like an abandoned dog, all stagger along the boulevards of soulless Moscow.
The love that was - no more! Tear it off! I dont know.
I don't know ... I don't know ... I don't know ... What to do now ...
Everything is so stupid, not true, not fair.
One thing remains - to hate yourself, not to forgive.
Only in a sinful soul did you leave a secret place
That no one will ever borrow.
As if we were not there, as if they were not.
As if we were not there, as if they were not.
As if we were not there, as if they were not.
As if we weren't there, as if we weren't there, as if we weren't there
There were none ...
We were not there ... They were not ...
We were not there ... They were not ...
We were not there ... They were not ...