Текст песни Сергей Чонишвили - Мне кажется...

It seems to me that the horror of loneliness

Not so terrible. To prophesy the devil,

One day, casual, uttered in a whisper

One of the unidentified passers -

Faceless, surprisingly similar,

Limp, he explained to murmur

Crowds. With himself humanity

I will make it. Without looking at the number of

 

Spiritual forces wasted.

Let them move through life blindly.

Hoping to find the truth. Insomnia

It does not become a burden to me,

Obsessive, intrusive, destructive ...

And let the day unbearable stretches,

As creaking spiral staircase,

Somewhere in the dark leaving ...

 

I know the goal. Pointless to doubt.

Begone, foolish fears and vertigo !!

Let grayness frantic, killing each other

For a place in the herd. Unaware

What's in the ringing silence of solitude

Clearer breathing, give rise to creativity.