Текст песни The Retuses - с перрона белого

Crawling , running , now swept ,
I see what he could not see.
Years gray open door into the abyss ,
Years youth gray wish to meet.
Who bonfires today pours
Their tears over black ashes.
Who in the ashes recognize his house , he is looking for
Rock or move higher for the future
Looking for happiness, but found the wine
And ohmeleli that shame not knowing .
Wove as Babkino spindle
Trudged home and dragged the banner .
Love searched but found Sodom
Danced, drank again forgetting conscience.
Under a gray cloud , a stale cake
History term story .

Who in the blue dress for a lead ,
Someone beckons gray gardens.
Perhaps this is the eternal image ,
That will break your heart with flowers.
Maybe I'll ever understand
The value of the two truths - yes and no.
Maybe someday I 'll go
Perón white on white