Текст песни Андрей Скай - О большой ошибке

Every morning watching
The closed windows
I think of you
Thoughts are like glass
I think that missed
In my life a lot
If you have not forgiven
And went on for a long time

I am no longer a
The incomprehensible sadness
Though nothing is lost
Soul in it I have not looked for
Though no one hurt
The wound on the heart
The pain is not clear why
And no where to go

Let the time driven home
I have to call it a day
Suppose here and you do not understand
You will play heart
I do not care even here
And this is easier
Yet you somewhere waiting
And we are there - cripples