Текст песни Богушевская Ирина - Зал Ожиданий

Lord, hear!
Again, I, God,
I'll ask you.
It seems to me that you
Can not
Still, we have to forgive.

At the crossroads of all routes.
At the crossroads of all roads
In your hand
We stop and stand.
Lead us to the same,
As we were his children,
Loving were their children,
Saving thy name.

Steals and whistles and builds faces
My eternal companion - Station.
I want to escape, tearing off the skin
The seams of his dried sleepers.

Back, through the pain and folly and nonsense
We used a tape wound off years
Flew to the burned bridges.
But at five to fifteen first path
Exit the train at the cross.
Here's the first way.
But luggage. And the ticket,
And the ticket - I'm sorry.

Lord, hear!
Although used once
Wilt ordain peace for us?
Why have you made us
With such a thirst for happiness
And with such anguish?

Our paths as the webs or filaments
You pletesh and we are not clear,
Where the basis of where the ducks.
I say the world is cruel,
But it can be tough,
It has established his love?
Or is it a lie?
Sorry.

Once again, we weave the lace dating
And parting. As always,
That & quot; no & quot ;, the & quot; yes & quot ;.
And secretly tormented by the fear of his chest.
The waiting room is full again
And we are full of expectations.
All tickets on hand.
A little bit more
And we will declare the way, our way.