Текст песни Елена Войнаровская - Венец терновый

You stand at the window and look down,
If it is not enough - you get up on the ledge.
Maybe it's not him, and ground proximity,
So many important things lost washed

And if he brought you,
instead a new pain,
His crown of red roses,
His crown of thorns.

You are lying and looking wistfully at the ceiling,
He would come to you if I could.

You do not eat the third day,
still looking at the door,
Do you believe that he does not care
up your losses,

And if he brought you,
instead a new pain,
His crown of red roses,
his crown of thorns.

You stand at the window and look down,
if he does not come - will be on the ledge
You raffled alone with this drama,
but how much is it, your earthly pain,

Ah, if he brought you
instead a new pain,
his crown of red roses,
a crown of thorns