Lyrics Ro.B. - А ты опять, все так же лечишься.

And you again, you are still being treated
The smoke of gunpowder and the dust of the road
You rush from dawn to dusk
Collecting all the forts on the way.

Again, I'm in the kitchen, with tea,
Sweet-sweet - so cloying in the throat;
I still, they say, miss wildly -
This feeling is absorbed with love.

You still sin with the unknown
Skipping hair through my fingers.
You are my boy who put crosses
Between the world he again brought stripes.

I keep screaming "Go to hell
Mine is not mine, so why do I need all this? "
And then, as usual, "I'm dead,
And greetings to you. "

You're still the same, rushing past the house,
Whispering nonsense and biting dry lips
Still you think "here it is, beyond the threshold,
Which "I won't let you go anywhere. I won't forget."

I won't forget. I won't. I won't.
Will not give it back. I'll take it. I assure you.
I tell you to anyone ... Come on! Do you hear?
You come back ... I beg you.