Текст песни ДжинSы Клёш - Через сотни лет

The day passed, the darkness crept,
darkness blew into the palm.
Silently sitting at the window,
You're looking at the sleeping city.
 
   Near the window
   You are alone again ...
 
Road noise, the lights of cars
Draws a circle of night lamp.
Night end in a hurry,
She always something necessary.
 
   Near the window
   You are alone again ...
 
      Most often, more often
      Thoughts are torn apart,
      Thin thread between his fingers tangled my love.
      And maybe in a hundred years
      You come and say & quot; Here I am, Hi & quot ;,
      White New Year's wind of the sad words ...
 
      After hundreds of years, hundreds of years.
 
Outside, the snow is still the same,
And the soul is the same cold,
Like the loneliest man in the world,
And you do not need anyone.
 
   Near the window
   You are alone again ...