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, punishing myself with a capture in suffering.
I will lose you in the eye sockets of the yards of the passing.
Yes, I will forget all the streets, and their names and names -
As if there were no us, as if there were no them.
As if there were no us, as if there were no them.
As if there were no us, as if there were no them.
Songs and lines will remain on the curves of the intersections!
On tram tracks [...]
How a coin will roll and shine in the east!
Turning into the light, which lit us two.
As if there were no us, as if there were no them.
As if there were no us, as if there were no them.
But I'm dying! I rush between hell and paradise!
I, like an abandoned dog, stagger around the boulevards of soulless Moscow.
The love that was - no more! Tear 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 honest.
One thing remains - to hate yourself, not to forgive.
Only in the sinful soul did you leave a secret place,
That no one is, never occupy.
It was as if we were not as if there were no them.
It was as if we were not as if there were no them.
It was as if we were not as if there were no them.
As if there were no us, as if there were no us, as if we were not,
There were no them ...
There were no us ... there were no them ...
There were no us ... there were no them ...
There were no us ... there were no them ...
