Текст песни Весна в Сан-Бликко - Виноваты оба

Such a silly hope
The fact that tomorrow will be better.
Already, since sob, so inconsolably,
Mute will be singing bird
In the dream, you remember my name
And you are not afraid of our meeting
A wolf howl and be strangers
Or silent in a human
  
Maybe a shot of love sample
Without instruction theorems
Or maybe both are guilty,
Do not figured out who and with whom

Lemon, floating in a glass
I choke on the regrets,
Going for a very fine line
From revenge to patience.
Give life who do not mind,
Give death sundry
In my hell it is not very hot,
In my paradise blooming lilacs

Love, which before the tomb,
That eternity in a few hours,
Yet both are guilty,
As our ship without sails

And there are no forces to look at the other -
People who do not know the limit,
Those predicting that joy:
Why shower when there is a body?
But here it is, this intersection,
Where two souls find salvation.
And my happiness as a thimble,
An empty, but filled with waiting