Текст песни Pushking - Блюз печаль

I found you, my God,
At the crossroads of the winds.
At the sound of Lost Dreams
You played the sad blues,
Like breathing strings
Echoes of sadness.

He asks about love
The pain of your candle
But do not give advice
Indifferent light, light, light.

How cool feeling!
Look intently into the distance,
Lonely path - play!
You play!
The storm will break the sky,
Tremble its edge,
Time does not heal grief ...
Yes, sad ...

Let no one knew of his fate,
With all your separation
Paved the way to the kings,
But his love was looking for
In the light of the sad star,
At the sound of a guitar string.

How cool feeling!
Look intently into the distance,
Lonely path - play!
You play!
The storm will break the sky,
Tremble its edge,
Time does not heal grief ...
Yes, sad ...