Текст песни Адриан и Александр - Вот так кончаются слова..

Where hourglass
 Crumble the sand of the century century,
 Where paint dreams
 Slightly damp brush for eyelids -
 A strand allotted from his forehead,
 Accidentally raise his eyebrow ...
 So ends with the words,
 And love begins.

 Yes, we loved not for
 What we usually like,
 Yes, not because they do not lie
 Myself and all the mellifluous
 And amuses the eye ...
 Jazz, wound five in the morning
 On the old gas stove ...
 This is an old game,
 And each time the uncomfortable.

 Where might spring
 At twenty-eight times a day,
 Where it is easy to go crazy
 When the whole world is sinking -
 Look, stretching into the night, and again
 A strand allotted from his forehead ...
 So ends the love
 And begin a word.