Текст песни Игорь Куприянов - Сто одиноких лет

Rain paints on glass
Someone's image in the black mist.
And the evening rush back into the house,
Somewhere near the pain hours
Someone at the door and shouting calls
And you're alone, in the cradle of spring.

And faith only in what
What do I get back to our old house.

Chorus:
I went a hundred ways,
One hundred separations and anxieties,
Hundred years of lonely,
Raven shouted after me.
I walked a hundred lights
The voice of my soul
He led me to the house,
The house where we were together.

Someone remembers the pain of resentment,
Someone believes and stores
Hopes moment in his heart.
Do not believe me - all understand
And if the truth will take
Separated years
Single trail.

And faith only in what
What do I get back to our old house.