Текст песни Морена - Белая Комната

White room with a dark window,
Snow triangle lay on the floor.
White curtains veiled dream,
White mouse walking in a corner.
White old man at a window blind ...
The shroud filled with wind, dressed;
His eyes shine seven stars and the moon,
Although it is snowing, and the Moon is not available.

Pale fingers dull darkness
Squeak and blizzard weaving one thread
The motive of the soul creeping emptiness
It is too late to learn to love.
Echoing banging on the rough wall
The old watch, time flows ...
Shrill squeak the door in silence,
Room shudder twelve strikes.

Whoever came in, stop watch,
White old man looks back, sigh,
Will the window. Exorbitant dogs
Vzvoyut when he goes across the sky.
It is your soul with a bear,
Above mirrors wins and losses
Passed years. To know what's waiting for you ...
Where are you now? Tell me ... Where are you now?

Publicans shower bitterness melted
You know, but know there will be little
Would you believe, but who will grace?
Do you remember the end ... where to start?
I heard someone at the door
Had not been opened, everything is solved,
Teshilsya: everything will be tomorrow.
Here it is tomorrow. Waited ...

Under the yoke of unshed tears,
Over the abyss Cursed Days
Above the ash unsolved books
Through smell a pack of candles.
Under the stone ... down ...
At the heart of the only two empty hands.
On taking conscience ... but not informed.
At the mercy of ... without boundaries debts.