Текст песни Газманов Олег - Мечты о настоящем, а будущего нет.

Close my eyes, cold skin of hands,
Do not let me tell you about the pain of separation.
We are in the quiet Begin to sow candles
Two shadows in the folds of the curtains were woven into the night.

Chorus

And I like the wanderer,
For the life of the country,
Astral spirit of the planets,
Which no longer exists.
And in the silence the ringing,
Ringing pieces of our,
The dream of the present, and no future.

And all the candles are singing, and the stars all burn.
Under the skin of your hands, your eyes are trembling.
But the shadow disappears, konchabtsya word.
And the day I merciless strikes female eyes.

Chorus

And I like the wanderer,
For the life of the country,
Astral spirit of the planets,
Which no longer exists.
And in the silence the ringing,
Ringing pieces of our,
The dream of the present, and no future.