Bol
(Indisponível)
Bol rozhdaetsya gde-to tam - vo vnutrennostyah zhivota,
Kak budto kto-to zheleznym prutom tam diko vrashchaet.
Bol ostree chem krasota, naglee chem moya nagota,
Ona takaya zhe kak i ya...
My nikogo ne proshchaem, nikogo...
My nikogo ne proshchaem...
Ya gotova uiti i zabyt, i v neve chuzhom rastvorit,
Zamyorzshie imena serdtsu blizhe.
Nam drug-druga uzhe ne vernut, v zrachkah tvoih pleshchetsya put,
I po kaplyam tekut nashi zhizni.
My nikogo ne proshchaem, nikogo,
My nikogo ne proshchaem, nikogo,
My nikogo ne proshchaem...
Bol zaputalas v pryadyah volos, legla na rezinu kolyos,
I myagkie shipy davyat kozhu!
Pyl vdohnula ya cherez folgu, ogni na drugom beregu,
Ostavili navsegda nas molozhe ...
My nikogo ne proshchaem, nikogo!
Nikogo ne proshchaem, nikogo...
My nikogo ne proshchaem, nikogo!
Nikogo, nikogo...
My nikogo ne proshchaem, nikogo! (ne proshchaem)
Nikogo ne proshchaem, nikogo... (ne proshchaem)
My nikogo ne proshchaem, nikogo! (ne proshchaem)
Nikogo, nikogo...
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