Текст песни Евгения Зарина - Проливался тусклый желтый свет

I shed a dim yellow light,
The mirrors reflected glare.
I addressed to God, man,
Based on the tears and cries.

Outside, night falls silent,
City harbor with a blanket,
And in his pocket Photo - daughter
Which is now so lacking ...

Yesterday, he buried her alone.
She seemed made of clay.
She lay like a cherub,
And the triumph shone from the tomb.

I wish he would go home now -
The third day takes candles.
But oppresses its eerie calm,
What is now in his house forever.

He lived as an (almost) as well as all -
I grew up in an orphanage, studied, grew old.
He wanted to be with anyone but him
For some reason, no one wanted.

He had no one to dispel melancholy -
Everything somehow in business.
Very often in our lifetime
There is just so.

I shed a dim yellow light
The mirrors reflected glare
Yesterday here has poisoned people
His cries unheard.