Текст песни Воскресенье - Научиться бы

Lonely, forgotten by all,
I wander through the empty corridors.
I nod at a meeting of the shadows
Even those with only an extinct eyes.

Listopad brings boredom,
Offering salvation in anguish.
As in a dream, there are sounds
In autumn maple canvas.

Fly away from the birds of the sky,
And carry with them the sky.
Learning to pray to me,
And to learn how to love me.

Maybe then the city had not died,
I do not showered with white snow.
Learn to just think,
And to learn how to forgive me.

Or I like Ilya legless,
All lie and lie on the stove.
And I look at the roads,
By which I have nothing to go.

A road led away in fiction,
The veil covers the face.
Learning how to learn me,
Learning to pray to me.

Fly away from the birds of the sky,
And carry with them the sky.
Learning to pray to me,
And to learn how to love me.

And from the well Vodice
I would drink till you drop.
That of winter is not pricked,
Do not peel off the falling leaves.

Learning to be me ...